POETRY JAM - FESTIVALS

“A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.” - Friedrich Schiller

This week, Poetry Jam is celebrating festivities, festivals and feasts. Participants must produce a poem that is 35 lines or less pertaining to some aspect of the theme. Here is my contribution:

The Harvest Feast

Come, let us strew the marble threshing floor
With pungent rue and thyme, sweet marjoram.
Let us abandon us to the wild rhythm of the drum
And the shrill melody of fife.

In golden chariot, Apollo up above
Will make us drunk with his sweet wine,
And we two shall dance on frenziedly
Till from exhaustion we are forced to stop.

Come then, let us lie on the sweet smelling bed
Of verdant, lush, Spring-green herbage
And intertwined, like coupling snakes,
Our mingling limbs will give gifts of caress after caress.

The parched, sun-drinking lips will cool us
With the passionate kiss’s violet fires;
Our reeling eyes shall on the rows of cypresses
Steady themselves and slowly arise.

And then the proud and haughty trees will bend,
The rustle of their branches with Bacchus-sun
Inciting even rocks to the wild madness
Of frenetic dance and of sun-crazed melody.

And we two, as one, shall laugh
And to our love-feast most munificently
Even Death invite, to come and drink with us
Sharing our boundless, inexhaustible and careless joys.