Dryads, fauns, and satyrs
cavort the night away
in a Dionysian fashion-
the streams flow wine,
the fire glows brightly,
one nymph plucks a grape and throws it into the mouth of a satyr.
The moon laughs and dances
as the gyrating shadows
undulate across the dancing lawn.
Pick up a drum and dance.
Author notes
good times
A contest entry
- Short by Bryan K Johnson.
900 points, ended February 2, 2007, 33 entries
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Comments
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This poem is filled with some amazing fairytale imagery. Nice and clear and well written. I enjoyed this moment of escape
Let the ink flow and your fingers dance
Rosemary
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