“Darling May”
Wendy Darling, bud of May,
Shake your future and past away.
Offer the world a nurturing hand,
May brings change to even Neverland.
But change is cruel and often rough,
with winds too full and not enough,
Full of riches, seeds, and nature’s joy
to plant over the dreams of a boy.
No more pixie dust or flying air,
now there’s lilacs and growing roots there.
Reality turns beautiful with its May Queen,
but it never comes close to memories I’ve seen.
Phantoms of those who are now lost,
the peace of time frozen within a frost,
the comfort of seeing life where I can believe,
All this, Darling May forces to leave.
It’s a story Mother Earth always tells,
We live to miss others, as savage as hells,
Yet we’re told that Spring is for smiles,
As May brings time’s green, like snapping crocodiles.
It’s time to grow past, really give them up,
The Queen’s stories call you to drink from her cup.
Come home to beauty, the world, and to you-
With all the dead shadows and souls that flew.
May’s strong magic isn’t happy or nice,
She bewitches even as she rules sacrifice.
In the land shook up with what’s Darling and grows,
We give into our nevers and what our heart knows:
That nothing’s the same as our springs’ bud,
Magic dust churns with change into spring’s mud.
Now, darling, you’re alone with a life to lead,
but to those who are lost, there’s no May Queen to heed.
No winds can shake them, and time, never-
So only they can keep, and stay forever.
This is the second year I’ve decided to make a well-known literary heroine a May Queen figure. It’s surprisingly easy to see the lore of the May Queen figure in others, when you look. For last yea’rs Katniss poem, go here: https://wheresmytower.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/modern-may-queen/
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