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The Monks Honey Mead
Golden nectar flows,
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
Published 8th Nov 2024
| Edited 9th Nov 2024
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Copyright MalcolmG
2024 - A poem for the monks, honey and the mead of time
2024 - A poem for the monks, honey and the mead of time
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13th Nov 2024 10:25am
This is quite expressive of articulate definition; with the way you use metaphors to show the cultural tradition involved. You build entirely upon the concept in the use of good transition and theme. The language you use to depict the alcohol itself almost makes me want to have a sip, in that it's warm and inviting, and familiar in aesthetic, and, to me, beauty. I like the way it ends, as well. Showing the "age" of the drink. Heh, great job. I appreciate this. Thanks for sharing!
13th Nov 2024 12:54pm
Thanks Connotations, appreciate your comments on the write, a great respect as I see you truly live for the haiku and the expressions of 3, hope you went out and got hold of a monk and choked him for his vats of honey mead ...
