REVELRY

I see a parti-coloured hat

bells ringing from the curly points

I see beneath it rosy cheeks

eyes creased in mirth

I see a distant past

the days of Merrie England

street festivities

mimicking courtly entertainment

in great vaulted halls

torches flaming on the panelled walls.

Revels happen still when hearts are light

and people gather for festivities.

Revels mean music,dancing,cheekiness

pleasure in convention’s overthrow.

Revels will chase the gloomy blues away

bring rainbow colours to humdrum life

and make allowances.

Revelery beckons inthe onlooker

puts a spring in the step,tickles

the funnybone. Benign contagion.

- typed into prose by my chaperone

M Smythe 80