DionysiaA Poem by Allyson Wolfe
Sipping from the glorious amphora,
full of sweet grape wine and glowing gold. We glow ourselves, violet flowers in our hair, hair turning into finely spun gold itself. "Gather round young maenads, listen to that I have to say! My name is Dionysus and we are here today to drink of sweet grape juices, the grapes grown in my field. Their sweetness, oh so divine, immortalize us in our youth, our aging will then yield." We listened closely, his madness so intoxicating, our heads light and spinning after having sipped so sweetly. The glorious amphora, golden as our hair. The wine itself as violet as the flowers in our hair.
© 2012 Allyson WolfeAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 30, 2012 Last Updated on August 31, 2012 AuthorAllyson WolfeAboutI am an 18 year old English major in University and love life's greatest experiences! I try to connect my writing with personal issues/experiences but often find myself straying away from my first i.. more..Writing
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