Smell Of Herbs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

smell of herbs
magic wettened vesper-time
and the hand of Zeus
through
the thunder vibrating
through
the heavens immense
the pilot eyes of dews
post-vesper thrown by night
ejaculated....

the seas rustle
the palm rustle
the shore sands
grind but slow
their sound
and the moon light
skips around

beat the drum!
beat the drum!
see
out of the dense of trees
come out slow but dancing
full
animals and inhabitants of
wood
hedgehogs, squirrels, lizards
gay, three owls slumbering,
nightingales in mid-lay...

so many
so many
then the fairies goblins
green, long eared satyrs and
fauns, naiads, nymphs
and all the troop...

look!
a satyr and near faun
steeped in wine
fell upwards lay
motionless yet gay
dreaming
dreaming
dreaming dreams
sipping wine subconsciously
on their backs
deep bacchanalians!
with their belly heaven-turned
and their feet towards the moon.

bats around and low
they circle
flipping of their wings
I hear
make the sound
the sound of bats.

and the drum stills beats and
plays
and to it under moon light
on the sands they dance and
turn
frenzied-silent in a trance
of Sub-Conscious conscious dance.

here stay!
here lurk
till at least the break of day
till at least the first of light
till at least the breath that breathes
over Ocean and wide seas.


and the drum stills beats and
plays
and to it under moon light
on the sands they dance and
turn
frenzied-silent in a trance