Friday, May 1, 2009

Happy May Day

image via ToxicInk

Though May Day is not a huge American holiday - I do like the idea of celebrating the beginning of spring with the image of children twisting and turning and learning to dance in a tumble of brightly colored ribbon.

by Andrew Hudgins

Ribbons, pearl and purple,
dangle from the maypole
down to the pale
hands of children, who pull
them, giggling. They purl
in breezes, and almost rumple.
Under the old eyes of a principal
whose narrow glance is ample
to subdue but not appall,
the children spill
around the skinned and limbless maple
as if outside the temple
of a declining god of simple
rituals easily met. Bells peal.
Old tunes impose their spell
on the awkward small feet they impel
around the resurrection pole.
The pattern’s simple,
plaiting boy to pearl
and girl to purple,
and when their fingers touch the pole
and the ribbons, at last, rumple,
no lips purse, no faces crumple
except one teacher’s, and I can’t spoil
the day’s innocent and uninnocent appeal,
which terminates April’s cold intermittent pall.

poem found in "The Atlantic" magazine

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