Summer Strings

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A belated May Day Poem  - Sinister callings of the sun..

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Summer Strings
Colours curl and ribbons writhe
Their spirals close then open.
Maypole strings bend and breathe
Tendons tense and stiffen.

Ribbons reach guiding fingers,
Shaping sky, blood, and apples.
Heaven's hand strokes and steers
Prosecuting primal rules.

Servants dance, directed joy,
Eyes bright and voices shrill.
Abandon social plans and ploys
But remaining servants still.

Dancers twist off their tracks,
Engaging and enraging heat.
Between claps, around the clicks,
A greater heart begins to beat.

Heat needles swollen buds,
Conquering itch, flowers open.
Disturbing cycles of our blood,
Lighting an internal rising sun.

Leading dancers from behind,
Eyes blacken, opening holes.
Blood runs wild, red ropes tied,
Frenzied orbit round the Maypole.

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme

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