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~ Poetry Duel ~

 

Soul-Stirrer

"Drink", he said.
I dared not ask the price.
Dark was the brew
as the eye that watched me,
too heavy it seemed
to be meant for a mortal.

Sweet the first taste touching my lips
but searing inside, singeing my throat,
sour as sweat of nine summers´ labor,
bitter as blood spilt by the blade.

Oblivion hovered around the rim,
madness grinned in the depth of the horn;
closing my eyes, I drank up the draught,
drowning myself in fathomless darkness.

A sea of sounds suddenly seethed,
a maelstrom of words whirled in my mind;
reeling rhythms and rhymes pulsed through me,
a vortex of verses wheeling within.

A song surged up and swelled to a flood
that beat at my brain, bursting its dam
with a beauty like pain, and broke from my mouth
that as soon would have screamed, and I sang.

© 2005 Michaela Macha

License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided it remains
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This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives License.

Image: "Deep Swirl", Berco Beute, used with permission.