Dancing in the Green!
Delivered to the junction – by the kindness of Mrs Glen – an excited ramble leads down the lane,
The banter of the stream with its lyrical soundtrack – inhaling the air deep into the brain!
Up over the rise – under the mottling of skies – down where the twisting turns,
The Sun takes it chances – smothered in the elements – the taste of nature the spirit yearns!
Staggering journeys – to pool a collective – standing in unity in the time honoured way,
An entrance – each in turn – with their personal rituals – welcoming the welcome of Beltane day!
Mr Majestic the Pheasant – in all of his finery – gliding across the gallery in subtle retreat,
The Martin returns to his favourite theme park – perpetuating pause before each repeat!
Celebration calls for bread and Peanut butter – slowly and lovingly – soaking up the scene,
Taking in the energy – breathing in the synergy – beholding the swell of the green!
Preparation glows with its finishing touches – the Posy calling – with the formulation of a plan,
Admiring the embellishments – with the dots of flowers – unveiling the colour where random ran!
The entrance candles – they flicker into focus – beholding the dance of the flame,
A warmly welcome – for one and all – standing at the threshold with a future aim!
Taking shape and form – it keeps the busy warm – with everything to put in its place,
Contemplation wanders around the outer circle – heralding the Hawthorn in close embrace!
The Posy grows – with its contributions – lovingly arranged in an offering vase,
The movements assemble – with understanding’s approach – from the snaking trail of cars!
The hugs break out in treasuring friendship – reaching through history – dripping with time,
An assemblage gathering to share in our lunch – with the Mead tasting to tell of – in my rhyme!
The cold wind blows – the Sun comes – but mainly goes – the rain clouds standing by,
So the elements they play – on this glorious day – nicely chilled but keeping dry!
Sharing in the hope of the Greengage fruit buds – so many more than last year’s one,
While the rain stays away – the time starts to stray – until the sights and smells have begun!
The lanterns taste their flame – at the hand of Paviland – incense hangs a linger – reaching tall,
A multitude tango – of kindred burning spirits – casting their light – one and all!
Nature in motion – the flora and fauna – cobwebbed corners dressed in lace,
Seizing the moment when we find our peace – as we sing-fully settle our place!
Dissolving into the evolving of the Silver Birch – planting a footing – gathering in the round,
Weaving in the wind – with the dance of the tree tops – connecting with the ground!
Soothing is the birdsong – as we hold down our pages – elemental passion filling the sails,
Stepping in – three breaths deep – filing a memory for all to keep – slow the Herald hails!
There’s a flicker to the memory of the Ancestral Flame – threatening to get out of hand,
Reaching out with its personal touch – to the lap of the sun bearer – igniting where we stand!
In a beating of the heart – as a burning ply’s its art – before the embers fade and die,
A Sun dance quick-beat in the tender regions – bringing a teardrop to the eye!
We honour the arrival of the Green Man’s seed – bringing forth the melody to life,
Presentation offers with the gift of Posey – in the name of the Hawthorn man and wife!
Mother Earth blushes – with the rise of the oestrum – where two become a whole,
With the balance of harmony – wrapped in a happening – pro-creation completes its goal!
After closing time – we meet the Beltane fires – lighting up the way,
Leading us onward – between the masculine and feminine – brought to light this day!
There’s a lasting scene – dancing in the green – a chain reaction of distinguished age,
An Order in an order – we head for the border – and we tip-toe off the page!