Today there will be music
in many countries
and some Australian cities
but May Day is not celebrated at all
in Adelaide where I moved to.
I’m nostalgic as in France it was always
a public holiday for Labour Day.
On my way home I would be welcome
by the most subtle of spring scents,
the lily of the valley with white radiant
translucent bell shapes resting
on bright green stems.
On the First of May anyone
giving you a sprig of lily of the valley
would wish you good luck.
I’ll miss the scent and singing for workers.
I am a French-born Australian linguist who loves writing about multicultural experiences. Taught English in Zambia and Papua New Guinea, gained a Doctorate with UPNG. In Western Australia I worked with migrants and Indigenous communities in Kalgoorlie and Roebourne. In charge of Amnesty International WA, then moved to Adelaide. Short-listed by The Human Rights Commission for the Literature NF Award for the anthology I edited with the Multicultural Writers Association of Australia, I later published my memoir. Volunteered with the Writers Centre, became active with PEN.
View all posts by Yayi-Australie
You must be logged in to post a comment.