…

may, may

a day & a pole

yes, perhaps a horsy foal

prancing on the pastures

like a young queen camilla

or anne hathaway

– that-a-way beckons

may, may

the aquilegia soar

all is an almond

if reason is the rhyme

then it’s time for swingball

pan faked it all

like an ancient john darwin

may, may

the dead were never dead

said the makeshift scarecrow

to the crickets in the thicket

& the cuckoos in your mind

as a snark sings hymns

in the throbbing hedgerow

may, may

where the gnomes sunbathe

as the milking maids

gargle pink lemonade

barefoot on the garden lawn

dawn is a yellow

wagtail’s egg

may, may

trainers or walking shoes

hoodie not jacket

scibbles in a notepad

gladder than sir galahad

glowing goes my muse

deep green be thy elbows

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