Greetings, Toads! Can you feel the cruellest month slipping away… as May slides into her rightful place? I’m sure you can—the seasons have a magic way of writing their arrival into our bones. I hope the month that’s about to end was enriched by poetry and living. On the 30th day of April poetry at The Garden, I wish for us to open our hearts to May.
Today’s Prompt: write a new poem inspired by the Maypole.
“A maypole is a tall wooden pole erected as a part of various… folk festivals, around which a maypole dance often takes place.” Cultures from all over the world dance around the Maypole for different reasons. I, for instance, do it to celebrate romantic love that heats the flesh, warms the soul, and fills the soil with Nature’s need to bloom.
“The Last of the Maypole Dancers”, by Ilsa Elford
Please, feed Mr. Linky (below) with the direct link to your poem.
Visit other Toads. Wink at May… remind her she’s wanted.
Let delicious poetry dance right out of your soul, dear Toads!