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.