I submitted a poem about Maia, the goddess for which the month of May was named. Unfortunately, it didn’t do so well. The silver-lining is I can share it with you.
Tribute to Maia
yellow was the only color
beside green; grey rocks
white mountain snow;
he discovered her and
fell in love with rhythm
from the lyre; gentle,
sleep-inducing, quiet
just like her.
© Ben Ditmars 2015
