Fragments

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!

 

Fragments

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

Yours.

Did you think you could get it for free?

Untouched?

Not so.

 

‘Now go forth and help restore the

Lost art.

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.

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