a man with 'made in england'
across his forehead
Some do venture out on Christmas morning but it's with the coming of spring that they start to appear in town squares, pub gardens, on village greens and anywhere vaguely associated with folklore, celtic crosses, local landmarks.
I used to laugh at them, avoid them even, but not now, though I rarely search them out. Their hankies, bells and big sticks.
with new buds
the morris men
I'm hoping that everyone takes Basho's lead and jumps right into the haikai pond and makes some waves some noise but not so much that the old world sounds, traditions and processes are drowned out or swamped rather built on, moved on from.
we follow an old map
to new places