the thorn path
she made her feathered nest in the tangled boughs of oak, ash, thorn and found mushroom echoes of moonbeams she delved for essence among the hawthorn roots and brought woven certainty to light she entered the ring where faeries are dancing and knew the wheel’s ceaseless turning she sought crooked paths into the woods shunning the straight and sunny and this has made all the difference she will not return to the mundane world but you may hear her singing
The Wednesday Word contest for May on All Poetry is already off to a good start. I’m a little worried actually. We’ll see if the pace continues as the month goes on. There are some good reads today though!
May 4th is Hawthorn Day. This is the traditional day to tie clooties on hawthorn boughs over magical springs. It’s one of the days when villages compete to make the most astonishingly elaborate display of greenery and white flowers. It’s the Feast of Bona Dea when we re-member the earth’s bounty. And it’s a perfect day to plant a garden. Except if you have one of those annoying day jobs… I’ll be cutting up the potatoes and getting them cured this evening so I can plant them out this weekend. Which may actually be good gardening weather! Fingers crossed!
May the 4th be with you!
©Elizabeth Anker 2023