Excelsior

High on mountain dwells a martyrWomen and children have been slaughteredA curse was putThe future dimSorceress controls thee At her whimMandolins lightly playGrowing emotions day by daySatyrs dance among the treesDionysus must be appeasedCentaurs join the ceremonySpiders oozing Gossamer honeyThe world around us melts awayAnd leaves us in a skeletal bayWarping flowers grow astrayPoseidon’s’ eyes reflect a raySatyr flutes playing loudElves and Faeries join the crowdRainbows hit the daisy-chainSprinkled by a summer rainThere is so much more for you to gainWhen you sink into your brain
Copyright © 1983 Sean P. Pratt, all rights reserved
The Origin Story: This poem was taken from one of my art pads during my Lost years. I always preferred to have rhymes and meter in my poems. Some poems I do try a bit too hard to make it fit within the poem's theme, but if you read through it and open your mind to the poem, you will see what I imagined, felt, and saw. When this poem was written I was heavily influenced by Jim Morrison and Lewis Carroll. Excelsior was the name of a pipe my friends and I made from a candle holder shaped like a skull on top of a stack of books. We drilled a hole through the skull's nose hole into the candlestick well.
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