Eve of May

EVE OF MAY

By Rachel Schmidt (alias Brenna Adaira), May 11, 2016

Word Count: 197

Rating: G (suitable for all audiences)

Summary: A poem of May time

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Image Credit: Edmund Blair Leighton

Now that summer’s coming nearer,

My blood does quicken in its pace

And never has life, to me, seemed dearer.

Ne’er have I felt my heart race



The way it does for hawthorn blooms

A tender breeze beneath warm sun.

Such joy abundant, there could scarce be room

For my soaring soul. And when day’s done,



I’ll turn to sit by quiet fire’s side.

There, a tale I’ll tell to those who would hear

Of knightly valor- a dragon’s pride,

And bards who sing for the inn’s best beer.



O! On that Eve of May we’ll meet beneath

The Maying Pole be-ribboned, flowered, tall

And gallant. Oaths to thee, foresworn, I breathe-

A whisper spoken softly from lips’ fall.



To you, hands bound in sacred union blessed,

Beneath that starry vault that soars above,

Un-ending. Close unto you warmly pressed

You fill me to brimming with your love.



And as the dark and stars ascend their height,

I drift in peace to dreaming’s flight…

Til radiant morning comes and bids us wake

And in tangled parting, sweet does break.

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