“The Last of the Maypole Dancers”, by Ilsa Elford
He took her hand
they pulled a strand
he let her go
into the flow
of dancers weaving
to and fro
She watched his smile
all the while
The music played
and still they swayed
caught in a dream
or so it would seem
heat arising
so surprising
hypnotizing
realizing
Their love was blooming
no more
assuming
"ellecee"
Day 30
Such romance in their weaving... maybe it will last... maybe it's just May.
ReplyDeleteFew things are as enchanting as love in bloom. Thanks so much for this glimpse. It's pure yumminess! ♥
ReplyDeleteTurning a public celebration into a personal and intimate experience. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a romantic dance of May
ReplyDeleteOh, sweet! The poem is a dance in itself, and the tale you tell is perfect for the Maypole tradition and Spring.
ReplyDeleteThe rhyme and the visual structure really work well here.
ReplyDeleteThis is soo beautiful :D I can picture their love blooming through the Maypole celebration. Beautifully executed.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I can feel the love, rising.
ReplyDeleteRhyme works well for you here.
ReplyDeleteSweet and lilting.
ReplyDeleteMay does strange things to the young, Linda. Your "Their love was blooming no more assuming" stirs a few memories.
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What a hypnotic write - really flowed and danced effortlessly
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