She sleeps in a thousand blues
of forest-shadowed whispers, waiting
for the world to wake, now in-between–
and in her dreams, she listens
for sky voices, the laugh of stars and birds remembering
the rhythm of days, tiny rose-tips, yet unseen
but when, not if, they come again
dressed in honeyed gowns of golden light, lingering–
she’ll wake to take her place, sweet May Queen–
with each embrace, she color-spaces
a trace of perfume recalls her paces,
and soft poetry where she has been, always and forever green.
I haven’t done too many NaPoWriMo prompts this month because I’m writing for an Ekphrastic Challenge, and there are only so many poems I can write each day! But, I always visit the the Magnetic Poetry Oracle on Saturdays, and today she gave me this sort of folk tale poem.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
‘but when, not if, they come again’ – I think I needed this reminder after the hail and snow of the other day. Thank you 🙏
Thank you, Ingrid! So sorry about the hail and snow. We had cold weather and some frost last week–I saw photos of a local place that had fires going to protect their plum trees. But now it’s warm again. Spring is crazy. 🤣
This is a lovely, dreamy one, and the Waterhouse suits it so well. I love that opening phrase, it’s so Oracle-ish.
We had similar images though with different thoughts behind them. I think the woman in your poem knows something…
Thank you. I started out with the idea of a blue pony world, but clearly the Oracle does know something and directed me to female and (re)birth. I know this now, since I’ve just read yours. 😀
She hasn’t even hinted about what names they’ve chosen. I’m just waiting for them to announce a name from your family tree 🙂
Hahahaha. That would be so funny! 🤣
But not surprising 🙂
No, not at all! 😀 Now, I kind of hope it does happen.
I’ll let you know 🙂
Yes, you’ll have to!
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I love your personification of the May Queen. I particuarly like the trace of perfume and soft poetry she leaves behind to mark her passing.
Thank you so much, Liz! I imagine she does. 😀
You’re welcome, Merril.
Lovely, Merril…”always and forever green.” Beautiful!
Thank you, Jill! 🌸
Fantastic poem, and excellent selection of artwork. The writing is colorful and clearly channels spring.
Thank you very much!
So far, I’ve enjoyed most of the artwork for this challenge.
Egads, this is exquisite! Your Oracle has done well by you!
(and I’m not just saying this because there is honeyed gowns mentioned in the poem!)
Thank you so much, Resa! 😀
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She provided you with the bridge between my dreams and Jane’s golden light. Magical. (K)
Oh–you’re right! Thank you!
“honeyed gowns of golden light, lingering–” is my favourite luscious phrase
Thank you so much, Derrick!
Fits the image so well superb .
Thank you so much, Andy. The poem actually came first, but I starting imagining a pre-Raphaelite type image as I was writing.
My poem run , came before the image it just sort of fitted it .
Beautiful and dreamy and before we know it, she will be here.
Thank you! Yes, she will. 😀
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I really like your opening stanza — as if between seasons.
Thank you very much, Ken!
This is pure fairy magic, Merril. I missed this one yesterday as I stayed outside and played hookey! ❤
Thank you, and good for you!
I’ve been working too hard again… It’s all so fun and then one day you realize you’re worn out. LOL!
Hahaha. I’m SO behind on everything.
Me too! I get distracted by all the poetry. It’s everywhere which is really nice.
Yes–so many prompts and posts! I’m going to have to force myself to get my other work done this week!
Me too. I loved that photo you took this morning. Surely, that is worthy of a poem… those petals fluttering to the ground. Lovely!
Thank you!