Here’s a poem inspired by Yeats, in particular the poem, Fergus and the Druid. Hope you guys like it. Thanks to everyone for reading my poems!
By David Jordan
I like to smell the fragrant ink first,
A ritual before reading.
Then turning the leaves engenders tiny zephyrs,
Words exhaled from the West
And I am spellbound by this
Cool mint magic,
This slim slate of joy,
This clean, smooth slice of Paradise.
‘Who would have thought such a
Small thing could take over, occupy
My thoughts and dreams like a
Floating, stellar parade?’
The druid replied ‘it is the price of
Dreaming, to be crowded so.
That dreaming wisdom you longed for is
Did you think you could get it for free?
‘Now go forth and help restore the
The dreaming wisdom is yours.’
And with that he left me
Thinking about the lost art and what
It could possibly mean.
And then I picked up my pen and,
Slowly, I began to spell.