Bed in the River – a new song by Joan Shelley, with lyrics by Max Porter – offered freely as a gift to celebrate the festival of Beltane, the height of spring, and May Day:
In a bed in the river I met with a swan, and held it while it died
The swan was just one thing I carried along,
The bodies of old things, poisons and cloth,
This tar, this plastic, my constant resistance,
I am the river, my lover, my distance.
In a while, flee with me please, to the woods.
Hibernation envy, you suffer, my sweet,
You stare at the sky and I’ll stare at my feet.
This hedge, this sheet, your seamless resistance,
I am the river, to give you assistance.