The Mead of Poetry

By metaphormachine

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.

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Published on Sunday, February 17, 2013. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Poem 4 - Book 15 of 15 - Butterfly Kiss -

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Comments on "The Mead of Poetry"

On Thursday, October 29, 2015, whisperingwalls (210) wrote:

The last stanza hit like Thors' hammer; I will be drinking mead on the morrow.
A former member wrote: Hmmm...I love mead. Ain't had it in years. Good way of wrangling my inner Viking. This is one shrewd work, mm, & led me to reading about Ganesha & Susano-o...I was tying these themes into your poem. Down into a strange soil digs this one...with its prophecy-in-poetry, stormgod-seeking, & obstacle-clearing. There's no need for rationality here, nor logic...this is poetry. I like the way your writing presents itself. Always a worthwhile offering. "Emporer & Clown/one single wisp of fog/nearly by a crown/an old immortal grump/satyr play"...this is a stunning stanza for me...I saw myself cavorting about the woods, scratching poems in the dirt, laughing at the fool & king that simultaneously meet death. A cryptic view yet so eloquently wrought. Thanks for the visions...
On Monday, February 18, 2013, Nehema (958) wrote:

This is a sweet read, fitting name, and very true last lines. "when we unearthed what we performed" - brilliant key statement, love it. I look forward to reading more of your work - XXOO
On Monday, February 18, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Mead; an sweet alcoholic drink or a meadow, or drinking a sweet alcoholic drink in a beautiful meadow! Well I came into poetry back to front and sideways and am zigzagging my way backwards, to see how we got here. The greats are calling to me, but I am glad I came in this way, listening to my own muse. Now my little musings want to party hard and absorb herself in this world. She is trouble. She gives me a run for my money. She drinks anything she fancies and is hungry. I love this poem coz it made me splurt out where I think I sit amounts all this wonderful wordy stuff at the moment . Looking forward to more new stuff honey!!!!!
On Monday, February 18, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

I mean mead, wine from honey. The Mead from The Mead of Poetry is a drink of the Nordic gods, the Ã†sir. According to legend, it goes like this: At the end of the war between the Ã†sir and Vanir, sealed all the gods their truce by spitting into a tall glass. Instead of wasting the saliva, the gods decided to mold it into a man. His name was Kvasir and he was steeped in the knowledge of the Nine Worlds, so he was so famous, with its ability to answer people's questions. No one could ask him a question to which he did not know the answer. Then Kvasir was killed by two dwarfs. The dwarves let him bleed out and contained the blood in two large jars and a cauldron. To the blood they added honey, which formed the divine mead. Anyone who drank it was a wise man or a poet. I do not drink, so it's time to see the poem again figuratively. I had a phase in my life where I drank, so I also know the power or bane of alcohol and its effect on creativity. To some degree this may be helpful ... but sometime not anymore ...
On Monday, February 18, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

So much more depth to your poem, like a level under a level, a dream within a dream, a story of a story....... Thank you south for sharing this myth / legend I knew nothing about . X
On Sunday, February 17, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

One of your best and an often ignored approach to what we feel instinctively, deeply felt and acknowledged! Thanks!!
On Monday, February 18, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Thank you very much, dwells! This is honey in my ears. I am honored! Maybe ... surely ... you are right ... with your approach ...
On Sunday, February 17, 2013, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...this is profound, well worded. the repetition of 'sparkling' in the same line is a notable device. I've explored the idea of a poem attempting to break the reader, & thus itself being broken in retaliation...
On Monday, February 18, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Thanks FB, very nice! Sparkling is a creative word anyway ... I think. I once sang in a band and in the concept of my lyrics, there was a main character named Jason Spark. That was also the name of the band. Since then, I like everything in connection with "spark" ... Good setting and idea, exploring and research on your part and of yourself to break the reader ...