Praise the God of Poetry!

Written by thehouseofvines

Here’s a fun idea: write a poem for Dionysos which includes the symbols for your birthday month and day. The winner will be chosen on Friday, January 23rd and receive a copy of one of my books.  

9 thoughts on “Praise the God of Poetry!”

  1. O Dionysos, our living, beauteous God
    of gestation and restraint.
    Born whole is He,
    held and incubated through the depths of winter,
    where root and vine rest.
    You who endure the long wait
    as yolk turns golden,
    You who spring delicious from the earth,
    flesh and bone.
    Your seed in the belly of the ground
    pulls, splits, curves,
    a spiraled serpent.
    Bit on the chin of frenzy, without waste,
    Your restraint,
    the beautiful dance
    I bend beneath
    in worship
    and fits of rapture.
    My lips beg Your kiss
    in every milk meant swell of my life.
    Glory be to You,
    Son of the bolt,
    forests sparkling at Your brow.
    I kick up the soil
    and feast on the marrow of Your provision
    with gladness
    and joy.

    -Raven
    February 22
    Thank you for the opportunity to offer praise to Him.

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  2. Sky-borne whiteness falls

    Masking Pathfinder’s passage.

    Predator or Prey?

    [I offer this haiku, with alliteration, to Odr-Dionysos. Pathfinder = Wolf, my birth month.]

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      1. The harlequin tosses his orbs precariously into the sky

        Earth

        Heaven

        Hell

        Fate

        Life

        Death

        Toss, catch

        Toss catch

        As goats parade through the market square bleating as they go.

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          1. Thanks. I’m far from being a poet and just hit a stream of consciousness after having an image of the Harlequin pop into my head.

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