I will dive into a small gathering of Independents,
I will spread out amongst them, filling in the gaps
with my thoughts and my opinions, that will be shared
and listened to, along with theirs. I will be the glue
that, when baked, rises and spills over, spreading the
sweet taste of freshness far and wide, uniting the people
of Britain, so that all will have a voice, so that all will
share, and be listened to, and not be ignored.
This is the dream of a vicar’s daughter, who is not May.
And I ask daughters and sisters and mothers in all places,
come what May, to share my dream, and to be united by
it. Because I will be there, hand in hand with May, when
she turns around, and listens – to me and to everyone.
And will be there when the breakaway piece of land she stands on,
reunites it-self with the parent which birthed to it. And,
I will be there, holding onto May, when all the voices of
all the people in Europe are listened to, and when Europe
parties with the all of its sisters and its daughters on the
belly of its Earth mother.
On this day, I will be there, and I will take May by the
hand, friendly, as a sister and we will walk together
back to the place that gave birth to all or our voices.
And, there, freshly born, my sister, May, and I will
live – in the vicarage of our African ancestors.
And there, in the parlour, I will sit down with May,
and, on that day, my May day sister will stay – she
will stay and she will listen.
And we’ll all have – a
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019
Inspiration take from the lines: ‘ and I will dive into the meat/of the possum/
and beat there,/the mean, bloody thing alive again’, in the poem ‘When I Am a Hummingbird’, by Michael Parker (as featured on poem-a-day.com).