A Word Sonnet for Dionysos by Ellen

My colleague Ellen graciously allowed me to post this. I love how it captures something of Dionysos’ presence.

Dionysos
by Ellen

The
thread
slipped
softly
from
my
fingers,

as
I
fell,

into
His
Grace-full
dance.

 

 

If you guys are brave ;), write one for your Gods and post here in the comments.

 

(grace-full…i.e. full of grace, not graceful. Poet’s prerogative to play with language).

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Posted on March 22, 2016, in Bacchic Things, Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Sophia

    Wisdom
    comes
    with
    compassion,
    with
    roses.
    My
    tears
    tell
    of
    reverence
    and
    Her
    blessings.

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  2. Not a poem per se, but part of the series of prayer-epithets I offer to Thor:

    Hail to You, Son of Odin
    Hail to You, Son of Jord
    Hail to You, Husband of Sif
    Hail to You, Lover of Jarnsaxa
    Hail to You, Father of Thrud
    Hail to You, Father of Magni
    Hail to You, Father of Thrud
    Hail to You, friend and patron of Thjalfi
    Hail to You, friend and patron of Roskva

    Hail to You who wade the River
    Hail to You who stride the clouds
    Hail to You who wield the Hammer

    Hail to You of quick temper
    Hail to You of bluff humor
    Hail to You of great kindness

    Hail to You, protector of the common folk
    Hail to You, Who have the High Seat at Uppsala
    Hail to You, who led the Icelanders to their steadings
    Hail to You, Holy One

    Hail, Thor! May You ever be honored and remembered.

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  3. Scent of a God/For Dionysos

    The

    Smell

    of

    Wine?

    Blood?

    Animal?

    Human?

    The

    Forest

    After

    The

    Rain?

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  4. For Mani

    Mani
    dances
    in
    the
    night
    sky.

    Down
    here
    on
    Midgard
    we
    lovingly
    watch
    Him.

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  5. Simbi Andezo

    Waters
    swirl,
    salt
    and
    sweet.

    The
    serpent
    waits
    between.

    Sometimes,
    His
    eyes
    meet
    mine.

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