metaphormachine

The Mead of Poetry


Rationality forgives
you nothing
a single scrap of paper
piece of bumph.

Emperor & Clown
one single wisp of fog
nearly by a crown
an old immortal grump
satyr play.

Theistic belief
of something ichor
apotheosis
for the valid
God of the paper.

Harvest in harmony
despite sown discord
shrewd swift response
when we unearthed what we performed
Gods, Graves & Scholars.

Sparkling eyes sparkling with wit
invite the realm of the gods
reflective poetic names
Apollo, Susanowo, Ganesha.

Believe me just my friend
poetry is no logic quest
either ye want to unbolt
or it will thee break.