In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight
for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked.
Just like Pomona let herself from sleight
of hand be led, she’s longing to be tricked
and changed by solstice music and the hands
she knows will cling around her waist tonight.
Her loins are longing for a bulge of pants
to press against her and to meet the light
of metamorphosis, her change from girl
to woman, saved for this at last she’ll dance
till dusk and dawn are merging she will swirl,
and carried in Vertumnus arms in trance
of maypoled dreams, she’ll let her night be long
and seed seductions in the summer’s songs.
Carl Larsson – Breakfast in the Open
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April 30, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Enchantingly visual. Love what your use of verbs is doing for my imagination. Just beautiful and so sensually of my May. ♥
Wonderfully imaginative write, Björn!
nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked… sigh.. that’s such an enchanting image 😀 Beautifully penned.
Oh I had a girl to woman line in my poem too, kiddo. This is wonderful, especially the closing line.
Excellent ekphrastik piece, Bjorn and perfect to tie in with the Maypole focus…beautiful work now and all this month…congratulations! 🙂
Wonderfully sensual and romantic, may her dreams come true 🙂
Ha–I love that you stuck that swell of pants in the midst of this very proper (in many ways) sonnet–it very much suits the subject. k.
Sensual movement in this…I love your ending lines. Beautiful
Moved from ‘may’ to ‘will’, I feel.
What better to flirt with others at the Maypole and maybe snare a beau who see as much in you as you see in him!
The lyrical sensuality in the last line is haunting. Beautiful.
Well, perhaps this is what a maiden thinks or a man at the revels hopes. You have made it luscious in the unity of your poem.
Ha… yes I was afraid that it could be interpreted thus.
I thought I had already commented on this one; it seems not. A lovely idea to end the April poems with this tale of transition from one phase to the next.
Gosh, Bjorn, you ended NaPoWriMo on a high note with this perfect sonnet. Well done with making it, even though you began a few days late. You have produced may fine poems and i enjoyed reading them.
This reads like a true Romantic verse – i hadn’t really considered the significance of Maypoles..just remember the humiliation of knotted ribbons and grazed knees – one of those strange rituals we continue but don’t fully understand – until someone lights it up in verse – happy Mayday to you
It can be hard to make sense of… and how little we might understand the erotic aspect of the maypole
Especially when made to dance around it in primary school!
Love the sensuality in this piece … wonderful tale of transformation.
ok, I am caught up in this enchanted sonnet…full of romance and sensuality..I wonder where that dance will take her…Hope the awakening will remain dreamy…
This gives a very seductive and sensual picture of Sweden’s Midsummer! Dreamlike and ethereal writing, Bjorn!
I love this romantic and enchanting poem…..making me think of when I was young and had maypoled dreams!
Always enjoy your ekphrastic take on things, B. Great.
These are my faves:
“In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight
for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked.”
“she’s longing to be tricked” … If “trick” be used in the other way.
Like being picked maybe?
ah seductive May begins, in ribbon dances
Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today Bjorn
much love…
Very sensual and imaginative!
I love the mix of sweet and earthy details in this piece.
my maypole response
much love…
What a beautiful, poetic, romantic yet realistic and talented mind you have Bjorn. It’s wonderful the way you are inspired by what you see and read. This poem is enchanting. I loved reading it.
This is lovely and dreamy and filled with the delicious anticipation of youthful nights. A really beautifully written sonnet, Bjorn.
This is sexy…
Nice account, Bjorn. Sensuous too! We only did Maypoles in grade school so not a very erotic scene for us. May Day celebrations of any kind were suspect, unpatriotic, for a bit here, they ‘smelled’ Communist.
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an enchanting and sensual poem.
Never did fully understand it, but your poem made it all quite clear,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/30/after-the-accident/