Saturday, April 30, 2016

Dancing the May Pole

“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

Thank you all for a wonderful month of poetry



12 comments:

  1. Such romance in their weaving... maybe it will last... maybe it's just May.

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  2. Few things are as enchanting as love in bloom. Thanks so much for this glimpse. It's pure yumminess! ♥

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  3. Turning a public celebration into a personal and intimate experience. Beautiful.

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  4. Oh, sweet! The poem is a dance in itself, and the tale you tell is perfect for the Maypole tradition and Spring.

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  5. The rhyme and the visual structure really work well here.

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  6. This is soo beautiful :D I can picture their love blooming through the Maypole celebration. Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. Rhyme works well for you here.

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  8. May does strange things to the young, Linda. Your "Their love was blooming no more assuming" stirs a few memories.
    ..

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  9. What a hypnotic write - really flowed and danced effortlessly

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