Proposal
‘You are the tea leaves I am the tea pot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Ode to Mum by Maria Williams
Leap year;
I hear,
twenty-ninth of February,
only comes once every four years.
A time for a woman to carry a ring
and ask for her man's hand in marriage,
a speck of a myth;
I have no idea.
I wonder;
of words, whilst I sit
beneath the bower listening to birds
embraced in the romantic fragrance
of the wonderful hue blend
of velvet rosebuds unfold.
Whereas; the sun is interrupted.
Noonish;
I would say.
A perfect season
as it waits for my decision.
My consciousness;
is noon,
as I gain confidence.
While I hold a ring on a string,
around my neck.
As I wander in my patient mind;
music plays and course through,
as whispers through the maze in my heart.
I gasp;
I'd forgotten to breathe.
You’re the sunlight, I'm your garden.
You’re the rainbow, I'm your rain.
You’re the music sheet, I’m your crotchet,
the beat that strikes my heart.
I speak of love,
I cannot bear to be apart.
Leap year;
I hear, twenty-ninth of February,
only comes once every four years.
A time for a woman to ask
for her man's hand in marriage.
3/1/2020
https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/leap-year-2020-irish-tradition-proposal
Leap Year, meaning February has 29 days rather than 28. While women are definitely capable of asking a man for his hand in marriage on any day of the year that she so wishes, traditionally in Ireland, this right was reserved specifically for the Leap Year.
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