Green-gold olives

May’s eve I take my broom
Last ray of sun is dead
Here ... it is real...
The shy clouds hide stars
Only the Moon, Jupiter and Saturn
Shine their breastplates
Of radiant light…

I take my broom to the front of our home
Into the dustpan goes dry brown and yellow
Pointy olive leaves and hard green-gold olives…
Into the waste bin…away away
Goes all the thoughts of this day
Of a wooing crone…

Looking around as I sweep and bend
For any Fay to show their haunting ways
In the clouds sailing on the night or
Upon the grasping arms of the olive tree.

Queen of Elphame mocks me
As I move quickly and consistently
I call her Sabrina…
How symbolic have I become?

Wild movement…yet strangely calm
Sweet sweat dripping
My dusty perfume...
I do as many an old crone
Sweeping clean the front of their home.

On this eve of memory.

~ Hudley

Author: Hudley Flipside

Welcome to Hudley Flipside’s “The Seminary Of Praying Mantis Publishing.” Praying mantis shows me her story of life, death, and rebirth. For me she is an image or symbol of the divine in all things. I watch the praying mantis in my garden and have taken her image as my logo. She is an amazing little creature, and I relate to her connection to nature. We are both wild and part of this strange world. She is a part of my mythology as I am part of hers.

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