Everyone danced around you
Made me dizzy
Intoxicated others
Like the maypole
Garlands were hung from you
Celebrating the joy of summer returning
But you transcended all seasons
Evergreen
Immortal
Maypoles are made of
Pine, birch, elm, ash
You are ash
And hold all the secrets of the dead
Maypole, you wrapped us tightly
In your beautifully coloured braids
Comforting, yet
Uneasy entanglement
Pleasing, yet
Troubled bondage
Soul ties promised
Safety and fun
But always at a price.
We all fell
As your ribbons unravelled
Hoping and praying
That when the maypole falls
Then comes June.
Things In My Head 