When May Comes



When May comes,
every year,
and the smell of lilac hangs heavy,
I am plucked from my body,
like a berry from a bush,
and planted on my mother's lawn.

Every May,
it never fails,
I am brought back
by memory or a trickster god
to the purple lilac tree in that green green garden.

I have known,
as have you I'm sure,
a surge of desperate homesickness,
strong enough to steal my breath.
And I have felt sick to the bone
with desire to return to places
that no longer exist.

I have wrapped myself
in new people,
in new places
to cover up the taste
of my mother's cooking.

And you can jump into the creek behind your childhood home,
of course you can,
but it won't be the same water.

And I can spend hours with my face in a lilac tree,
but the smell will never be as sweet
as the one stood on my mother's lawn.
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Written on January 05, 2023

Submitted by josefine8240 on August 21, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XXAAXB XXXXX CXXXCDX XXDXX XXX AXB
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 818
Words 192
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 6, 5, 7, 5, 3, 3

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  • ilovewrighting
    This poem really painted a picture of springtime, change and transformation in the air. The idea that spring will be reminiscent of a certain season, but also bring a nostalgia that can just never be satisfied is so poignant. I love the idea of the mother's lilac and no matter what lilac it is, it's never quite the same.
    The picture of jumping into a stream also gives such carefree summer vibes. I think it shows how the narrator remembers being with their mother, the freedom of youthful summertime seemingly entwined in the memories of the mother. Gorgeous imagery and I truly fell in love with this poem more and more each time I returned to it. Thank you for sharing. 
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