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
Images found on merton.past-view.com
What sweet memories.. I had no idea about such celebration.. love how well the names of flowers turn into poems.
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I never got to be the May Queen, not even a fairy!
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We had something similar in the farming village where I grew up. It was danced around Midsummer, and the faerie-like creatures were named after rice, coffee, cacao, honey… There was a swarm of rice and coffee and cacao, but everyone wanted to be honey… I never got beyond rice. Oh, those memories–the dancing, the singing, the wild laughter–are still so vivid in my memory. And your poem, its organized progression, makes them even brighter in my head. ♥
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I love the idea of rice, coffee, cacao and honey fairies! So glad my poem brought back memories 😊
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Your poem paints a lovely picture for me,,I can see the little girls and feel the fun of the celebration,,,
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What a sweet memory and your writing created such imagery in my mind. I could see the beautiful colors of the bands and the fairies dancing around the Maypole. I’m sorry you never got to be a fairy..but you can be one now in any story or poem you would like to write! Nice meeting you at Jackie’s party, look forward to exploring more of your site! 🙂
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Thank you for your kind comments, Deb, and for stopping by to read my poem. I have to go to bed now but I’ll stop by your site in the morning. 😊
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Thank you! Wishing you a restful night’s sleep and happy dreams!! 🙂
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A lovely ceremony. My sister was once crowned May Queen. Sweet memory. 💘
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When you’re a child, dressing up and dancing round a maypole is magical!
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I’d do it today, if I could get away with it. ☺
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I think I can get away with it at my age. I used to do it all the time when I was teaching. The teenagers I taught obviously thought I was mad but they enjoyed it. However, now my daughter is an adult, she’s just embarrassed!
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The joy of parenting…to reach the age where you don’t mind embarrassing your adult children. I’ve been there a while. ☺
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How delightful to grow up in a place where that tradition was kept! Thank you for giving us the experience through your words.
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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Oh Kim 😀 this is so lovely. I love how you have weaved your beautiful memories of Maypole here.
Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thank you , Sanaa. Lots of love back 🙂
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What a wonderful event to have taken part in over the years – lovely to remember.
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I’m not sure if they have kept up the tradition – I moved away such a long time ago. I know they still have May Day celebrations in other parts of the country.
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I can see those flower fairies dancing. Lovely.
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Thanks for sharing your lovely maypole memories Rosemary
much love…
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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OOPS!!! Sorry for posting to the name Rosemary
Thanks for sharing your lovely maypole memories Kim, got it right this time (✿◠‿◠)
much love…
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🙂
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