May Day
Feel
it.
The
vital life-force bursting from the earth;
surging
upwards into plants and beasts
and
deep into the loins and breasts
of
every man and woman -
unchained,
at last, from the emasculating,
iron-binding
grip of Winter.
Even
the ill-omened blackthorn,
keeper
of dark secrets,
has
withdrawn her pins of slumber
to
become the harbinger of Spring.
In
celebration with her sister, May,
she
bursts forth with the frothing, fervent,
effervescent
foam of life.
the
Green Man gazes down,
grizzled,
gleeful, grinning,
with
lascivious leer and lecherous laugh,
overseer
of the ancient rites
of
celebration, intoxication, copulation.
From
voyeuristic vantage he surveyed
the
happenings of ages long before
we
became estranged from nature’s ways,
enacted
always at this time
underneath
the blanket
of oak
and ash and thorn.
And he
knows that the sap of life
still rises
unconstrained and is, as ever,
celebrated
on this day.
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