May is the month of Mary

Poems and links

The May Magnificat

MAY is Mary’s month, and I    
Muse at that and wonder why:    
    Her feasts follow reason,    
    Dated due to season—    
Candlemas, Lady Day;          
But the Lady Month, May,    
    Why fasten that upon her,    
    With a feasting in her honour?    
Is it only its being brighter    
Than the most are must delight her?        
    Is it opportunest    
    And flowers finds soonest?    
Ask of her, the mighty mother:    
Her reply puts this other    
    Question: What is Spring?—          
    Growth in every thing—    

Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,    
Grass and greenworld all together;    
    Star-eyed strawberry-breasted    
    Throstle above her nested          
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin    
Forms and warms the life within;    
    And bird and blossom swell    
    In sod or sheath or shell.    
All things rising, all things sizing   
Mary sees, sympathising    
    With that world of good,    
    Nature’s motherhood.    
Their magnifying of each its kind    
With delight calls to mind
    How she did in her stored    
    Magnify the Lord.    
Well but there was more than this:    
Spring’s universal bliss    
    Much, had much to say
    To offering Mary May.    
When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple    
Bloom lights the orchard-apple    
    And thicket and thorp are merry    
    With silver-surfèd cherry
And azuring-over greybell makes    
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes    
    And magic cuckoocall    
    Caps, clears, and clinches all—    
This ecstasy all through mothering earth  
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth    
    To remember and exultation    
    In God who was her salvation.

(written in 1918) by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89).


Animal - Refugee POV (Point of view)

'I am to be called an animal, with how I live. Only mud shielding my feet from piercing glass and stone.

I am to be labelled as a refugee, from the place I am born, the way I try to live.

I am to be called a pig, for asking for money, when I tried to get a job, they see me as desperate.

I am to be called a dog, for how I am stray, how I cannot afford a home nor food.

I am to be called a donkey, for how I carry everything on my back, how my clothes pile up. How I survive.

I am to be called a pigeon, how I eat what I can find and how I am told I 'carry disease'.

But am I an animal or refugee? Am I not a brother in need? Am I not a human? Am I not just like you?

If you are the one pushing, forcing a fellow man into danger, then you sir are the real animal.'

(written in February 2016) by Poppy Parker who was part of the Year 8 Corporal Works of Mercy Week group.

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