May pole


A fever

came like a dream

stealing what was thought to be real

for a time inhabiting that uneasy place

between what we know and what we are unsure of

swapping masks

changing faces

like wolves chewing through

fabric of the known and the illusion

we usually pay heed to

until a strong wind

blows us from familiar

back to our cradles

we began here and will close once more

like a book of our life

were it known

could start and finish

with the same

set of words

returning like childhood

we chase our tails

around the may pole

catching dappled sunlight

on our shoulders

36 thoughts on “May pole

  1. We can’t experience happiness, without also knowing sadness…it seems to be an inescapable truth. And I love you just the way you are! ღ

  2. Thank you so much! I really appreciate you saying so! I do always force myself to be honest, I have been told I stick to maudlin subjects but I make no apology, we all are who we are. 🙂 Your comment helps !

  3. I read this as you describing the terrible fate of the Indians and the smallpox epidemic laid upon them by the white man. ashes to ashes, dust to dust. but I could be way off base. It could just as easily be something entirely different, and I appear like a complete idot, lol

  4. Dear Rob, you are by NO means an idiot and that is exactly the first layer of metaphor, the second being the wider picture. So next time you doubt yourself remember you are an insightful and deep soul with much to give! Rumination being the greatest form of thinking in many ways! Thank you so much for your analysis which was right on the mark AND your kind reading of my work which is much appreciated. xo

  5. Right? Something almost scientific about it being ten (not sure why) and the person you were then, is basically the person you are now. And more so as you age. I think that is true. I am glad to say whilst I was a lonely ten year old I was a good hearted one.

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