The Jack of May by Rose Blakeley
My thanks to Rose Blakeley for her wonderful pictures of this years Hastings Traditional Jack-in-the-Green and for her wonderful poem and picture below of The Jack of May. You can find out more about the multi talented Rose at http://www.roseblakeley.moonfruit.com
The Jack of May
The waking of dawn…oh May it brings! The gathering it is near.
To the winding streets of an ancient town, the masses they will steer;
Colour collaged with leaf and bells round spring flowers will enlace,
Ragged robes and garlands-gay, below each painted face.
High the hanky will flick and fall in the morning’s luminous light,
As the Morris in fine formation will dance to folk full of delight
And through the crowds the sweeps will come, sooty, ebony as coal,
With top hats lofty, and bristling brushes fixed on an endless pole.
The glorious gathering…it will come. For the One, they will await,
They’ll sing, parade and beat the drum, for him they will elate,
And beyond the raucous crowds he’ll stir; from the shadows he’ll soon be seen,
Whilst in the sun, bright ribbons will stream from his majestic frame of green.
Oh the merry month of May has come; the gathering is nearly here,
To the winding streets of an ancient town, the masses soon will steer,
United then the town will be, in spring’s new joy we’ll bask
And merry we’ll be, as celebrate will we, the one with an emerald mask!
By Rose Blakeley