Saturday, May 1, 2021

Maypole in Bloom

When May comes, with Beltane’s heat wrapped around her hips, I weave primavera ribbons into every dark. My all—flesh, bone, the womanliest curves of my soul—taste the silk flirting inside my heart, curling towards my thighs, kissing soil that dances with my feet.

The taps and twists of my soles chant a song of getting and of giving, of sex and loving creating ecstasy, of quickening of flesh and dirt, of the natural need to feel and morph and become more.

Come for me, May. Dance my will wild. Let me love you for multiple whiles. Touch me with what spring hides from summer, warm me up until autumn daydreams of slipping into winter.

the Maypole in bloom,
spring teasing out desires
from all living things


photo by Jan Kop
řiva, on Unsplash

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry 68: Get Caught Reading Some Short Stories!

37 comments:

  1. What a lovely, springy Spring you describe – hard to imagine here at the moment, as an unusually wet and bleak autumn moves towards winter with little reprieve. I'll try to console myself with imagining the blooming you celebrate.

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    1. Autumn has its delight, too. And right now, the day is looking slightly gloomy here as well. They promised sun, but they seem to have been mistaken. Maybe later in the day...

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    2. I, too, shall warm myself up by rereading something hot.

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  2. I remember when spring weather seemed to be "teasing out desires from all living things." It stopped having that effect on me rather abruptly at midlife, but what fun the illusion used to be!

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    1. The idea of seeing the liveliness and enticement of spring as an "illusion" is very sad.

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  3. Have a wild 'n sexy Beltane, Magaly!

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    1. Don't you mind if I do!

      I hope yours was awesome, Debra.

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  4. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......teasing an clutching......and dancing with soil XXXX

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  5. A perfect haibun for the second day of May, Magaly, and a gorgeous personification of May, dancing ‘with Beltane’s heat wrapped around her hips’. You built up a dancing rhythm in the second and third paragraphs, crowned with a haiku that teased out desires.

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    1. Thank you, Kim. I'm so glad you think so. And I love your description of the haiku.

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  6. The coming of spring has always beenn an impetus for sex now that the cold has gone and there is plenty the charm of the opposite sex is revealed.

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    1. You are so right, Robin. At the moments, the birds are putting a display of it on my balcony rail. Soon, the bees shall follow...

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  7. I haven't had the honour and pleasure to attend a Beltane festival yet. But your piece takes me there with “soles [chanting] a song of getting and of giving...”

    Your haibun is beyond beautiful and sensual but powerful in its celebration of seasons. Outstanding write, and keep celebrating!

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    1. I hope that you get the chance to attend a Beltane festival. The energy that fills such an event is... hot.

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  8. This is lovely, spirited and enchanting. Hsppy Sunday Magaly. Happy month of May.

    Much❤love

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  9. Haibunilicious work, Magaly. Have a great Sunday!

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  10. In your poem, May sounds like a sexy month. :)
    Have you heard Led Zeppelin mentioned the May queen in 'Stairway to Heaven'?

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    1. I've always thought of May as a sexy month, squeezed tightly between spring and summer.

      And yes, I've her the bit about the May Queen in "Stairway to Heaven", which is why I don't get alarmed when my hedgerows start bustling. 😁

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  11. Had to look it up, Beltane – the Celtic Festival of Fertility. Your poem is a perfect fit for this festival!

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    1. While I was growing up, in the Dominican Republic, we didn't have a name for the ritual. We celebrated the ripening of the soil, gave it offerings, and danced to get things going. We kids danced and squealed around bonfires. The grownups did other things elsewhere...

      I was so happy when I moved to the US and learned that other dirt worshipers had given a name for a season I had always felt in my bones. It was such a gift...

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  12. This is a delightful poem, Magaly. So well written ... and so YOU! Bless your positive spirit and your talent. You are a ray of sunshine!

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    1. Thank you so much, Bev! And just so you know, our day had been gloomy today. Then the sun came out, as I started to read this comment!

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  13. This has to be the most sensuous of haibuns ~ ever! I sighed with each line, certain you could hear if you listened carefully!

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    1. I knew I heard some delicious sighing in the distance. It was you!

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  14. Beltane and spring ignite sensuality. Love your words, Magaly.

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    1. Thank you, Hazel. Your words for today were a delight to read, too!

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  15. I love the joyousness of this piece and how it unabashedly delights in the sensual. Its everything a Beltane poem should be, right down to inspiring the reader to go off and partake in their own favorite sensory delights.

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  16. Lovely writing, and happy May!

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  17. Beautiful! "Let me love you for multiple whiles" Not just once but again and again in every season. I like the idea that spring hides a secret she only slowly reveals!

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    1. I, too, enjoy the idea of again and again... growing closer... and discovering spring's slowly revealed secrets together.

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  18. Beautiful and sensual! Love your words! Big Hugs!

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