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                                    DIONYSUS

 

                                    The sun stood at noon

                                    And the sea was transparent,

                                    The sailors broke bread

                                    In the shade of the sail,

                                    When a boy, mother-naked,

                                    Leaped out of the water

                                    And climbed to the crosstree

                                    And held up his hand.

                                    "Listen," he said,

                                    "You most fortunate mariners,

                                    I am the twice-born,

                                    The love-child of Zeus.

                                    I was a beast

                                    On the mountains of Thessaly;

                                    I was a fish

                                    In the depths of the sea.

                                    Mine is the way

                                    Of the cup and the dance.

                                    Take leave of yourselves

                                    And come party with me."

                                    But the sailors weren't listening

                                    But climbing the rigging

                                    And swinging lassoes

                                    In an effort to catch him-

                                    To hold him for ransom

                                    Or sell him in Naxos,

                                    But just as the first of them

                                    Reached out to grab him

                                    The ropes turned to vines

                                    And broke off in their hands.

                                    They tried to jump clear

                                    But he touched them with magic

                                    And twelve pretty dolphins

                                    Fell smack in the sea.

 

                                    It was just after noon

                                    And the sea was transparent,

                                    The dolphins were leaping

                                    Abreast of the prow

                                    As, wrapped up in leaves

                                    Like a sea-going garden

                                    With bees flitting round

                                    The black grapes in the rigging,

                                    Steadily, swiftly,

                                    The ship travelled on.
 


Date: 2010-06-21 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] huskyteer.livejournal.com
Ooh, that's great - wonderful rhythm.

Date: 2010-06-21 10:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Thank you.

Date: 2010-06-21 01:09 pm (UTC)
sovay: (Lord Peter Wimsey: passion)
From: [personal profile] sovay
With bees flitting round
The black grapes in the rigging,
Steadily, swiftly,
The ship travelled on.


Beautiful.

Happy solstice!

Date: 2010-06-21 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Thanks.

And to you!

Date: 2010-06-21 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daisytells.livejournal.com
Midsummer Day! And for once, it feels like true summer. Lovely poem, great images and rhythm. Captures Dionysus very well.

Date: 2010-06-21 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cluegirl.livejournal.com
Beautiful! I love the image of the ship, unchanged in essence from what it had been pre-godtouch, sailing on whether the greedy sailors are on her or not. What a lovely derelict indeed.

Date: 2010-06-21 06:35 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-21 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Thanks.

It's been lovely here- and- by a quirk of the calendar- the first day of Wimbledon as well.

Date: 2010-06-21 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Thank you.

Date: 2010-06-21 06:39 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-21 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nineweaving.livejournal.com
That poem is a lovely present.

Happy Solstice!

Nine

Date: 2010-06-21 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kinderheldin.livejournal.com
I like the first two lines, especially. I also like the word crosstree ...

Date: 2010-06-21 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Thank you.

And a happy solstice to you too.

Date: 2010-06-21 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Yes, it's a good word.

Date: 2010-06-22 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amritarosa.livejournal.com
Happy Solstice to you too! Beautiful- may I repost?

Date: 2010-06-22 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shullie.livejournal.com
thank you - Soltice blessing to you- btw we shared the Solstice with 2 of your friends... @ Pendle Witch Camp- sadly as I consumed far to much cider that night the only name I think I can remember is Rick! xxx

Date: 2010-06-22 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
Thank you.

Of course you may.

Date: 2010-06-22 07:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com
And to you.

Rick is the guy who carried on our coven after we retired. How splendid you should have run into him!

I'm glad to see you're back. I was worried about you.

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