Don Pearson

Rookie - 15 Points (12/01/1950 / England)

May Day - Poem by Don Pearson

My father died today.
Not as a pigeon,
Snatched by a falcon
to feed its chick,
Nor as an ailing priest king
Killed and supplanted,
Nor as a myxie rabbit
Whose suffering lingered.

More as a hibernating bear,
Exhausted by life,
Slipping peacefully
Into a darker sleep,
Or as an aged oak
Surrounded at the end
by his saplings
And finally lacking the energy
To produce green leaves
this May.

For today is May Day
Renewal of life is visible all around,
Tadpoles in the ponds,
Gulls nesting outside my kitchen window.
Hawthorns in blossom
Proclaiming my parents’ love -
White for the Yorkshire lass
Red for the Lancashire lad,
Missed but not lost to the earth.

Beltane fires are alight,
The May Queen is crowned,
Life past and life future
Both contained in life present,
Lilacs bloom in my mother’s garden
And the cruelest month has passed.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011

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