My response to imaginary garden with real toads Poetizing the Maypole
When I was young it was a treat
On the first Saturday
Of every May
To watch at Mitcham’s Cricket Green,
Where cricket’s been played
For more than three hundred years,
The crowning of the May Queen.
Children danced around a pole,
Criss-crossing lengths of coloured bands
That fluttered gently in their hands.
Some started at the age of five
Dressed as flower fairies,
Rosebud, Buttercup and Lily of the Valley,
In red, yellow, white and a sash of green,
Or Forget-Me-Nots, whose sashes were blue.
At twelve they could become
Prince Charming or Lady in Waiting,
With a bouquet and flowers in their hair,
Or, best of all, the May Queen
Who was crowned by the Lord Mayor.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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