Beltane: “may day”

Beltane

mom as teen

You were my Mama’ s May day.

She carefully

And instructed me,

To gather flowers,

For our next door neighbors

And to place them on the porch

Step or in the doorway handle.

Then i was to yell out,

“May Day!” Ring their doorbells,

And like a frightened fairy,

Or some half changeling child,

Then i was told to laugh and run away.me and jenny 8 yrs

This was how my mother

In her childhood

Celebrated the month

Of May.

Beltane…

Comes to mind

A pagan festival,

Ribbons , Ribbons,  Ribbons,

Swimming round a may pole,

Dancing singing their sweet sounds

Which today are lost to us now

A celebration of Mid Ages

A celebration of civilizations

long past

diminished beneath

a panel of glass, inside

an Art Museum of Antiquity

Beltane

a sexual rite

a coming of age passing

Beltane

stroking the flowers

igniting young and bold

passions,

but

that part

she had left outMom and Edy old pic

the part of the nudity

the part about

sexuality

instead she

simply instructed in me

a love for tradition

to become a elfin heirloom

a wild changeling child,

the eighth of seven

dwarfs-

a mythical imaginary invisible

creature.

as I went up and down between

our next door neighbors houses

grabbing bundles of flowers all

i could carry-

then leaving these offerings

on their steps

crying out from my fresh young

lips

“May day! May Day!!”

Even now I can recall

her soft spoken pride

in it all-perhaps passing along

a tradition from her

own huge family

that bore seven children?

Beltane

You were my Mama’ s May day.Mom and Dad old pic

She carefully

And instructed me,

To gather flowers,

For our next door neighbors

And to place them on the porch

Step or in the doorway handle.

Then i was to yell out,

“May Day!” Ring their doorbells,

And like a frightened fairy,

Or some half changling child,

Then i was told to laugh and run away.

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