01 May 2018

May Day

Beltane burns
   half from Spring.

The house is quiet now
  the fire died.

Strong proud mother sits silent watching
  One of her embers fading.

Badges on apps untapped
  smouldering ephemera. 

Beltane burns
  half to Summer.

Routine replaces revolution
  flaming the fans.

Heartbreak my companion
  Coal its avatar.

Hope and meaning entwined
  wick trimmed - steady.




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