G-A-Y, Anthem Played On A Grass Harp

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A reader once asked if I had 'any gay poems about spring’ to share. Well, yes, although life, love, and nature are evergreen.

After winter, spring...

Love, too, invariably runs the gamut of its seasons. Yet, after a winter of the heart such as all victims of bigotry and prejudice worldwide are made to suffer, the human body, mind and spirit will always find new hope in a sense of living free; a lasting springtime such as the perpetrators of their suffering will never know.

G-A-Y, ANTHEM PLAYED ON A GRASS HARP

Watery sun dripping through trees,

leaves glistening like jewels in a crown

where we wandered, my love and I,

listening for a chick’s first cry, watching

others flapping on their first flight

through twilight’s occasional rainbows

till gliding with ease as nature meant

for us all though, among humans, some

who know better go their own way,

would even refuse precious moments

to lovers if they happen to be gay

On a fine carpet of many colours,

among fairies often mistaken for daisies,

in a palace of dreams we strolled free,

where prejudices and bigotry mean less,

far less, than a fair breeze in the face,

Earth Mother’s gentle caress in the hair

reminding us that we are each of us

how she intended, that no one creature

matters more or less than another

in her eyes, for we are all her children

though she relate to a weepy sun

We arrived where the carpet turned

into stone, leading where no sun shining,

only The Shadow gathering its forces

preparing to take us on, resolved to win

any war we choose to fight, whether

we’re right or wrong since (isn’t it as clear

as day?) the world has no room for men

and women who are gay since, whatever

the moral spectrum, convention must

join forces with religion to make a stand,

like a ship of fools in a gale force wind

Spring in our hair like jewels in the crown

love takes for its own

[From: On The Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]