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MAENADS (witten in honor for the DU poetress who goes by this name)
The Maenads are upon us!
Everyone run for your lives!
We are about to be attacked
By Bacchus’ drunken wives
Wearing only the hide
Of a single spotted fawn
They roam the country-side
When morning begins to dawn
Finding a lone deer hunter
Or a farmer tending his field
If they cannot run fast enough
Their sorry fate is sealed
For when the Maenads’ wanton lust
He cannot possibly satisfy
He will be torn apart and eaten
Before he has a chance to die
So flee and hide my brethren
From these Devil’s daughters
Before you all become victims
Of their bloodthirsty slaughter
Wait not on me, be on your way
For I have chosen not to run
Instead I will stay here behind
With the hope of having some fun
Everyone run for your lives!
We are about to be attacked
By Bacchus’ drunken wives
Wearing only the hide
Of a single spotted fawn
They roam the country-side
When morning begins to dawn
Finding a lone deer hunter
Or a farmer tending his field
If they cannot run fast enough
Their sorry fate is sealed
For when the Maenads’ wanton lust
He cannot possibly satisfy
He will be torn apart and eaten
Before he has a chance to die
So flee and hide my brethren
From these Devil’s daughters
Before you all become victims
Of their bloodthirsty slaughter
Wait not on me, be on your way
For I have chosen not to run
Instead I will stay here behind
With the hope of having some fun
Published 11th Aug 2014
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11th Aug 2014 4:05am
Love the references you've made. My favourite is your ending though. Playing with fire. Haha. Lovely.
Much love.
Much love.
Anonymous
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11th Aug 2014 6:37am
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11th Aug 2014 9:08am
Believe it or not, the painting of these maenads in action, is the only such kind I could find on the web. I thought there'd be more.
I wrote this poem so many years ago I almost forgot I had it. I came across the story of Maenads as a young History student. They were a very interesting bunch of gals. Followers of the chaste Goddess Diana, they would stay celibate for an entire year. Then would come the celebration of the wine God Dionysus when all Hell would break loose. Drunk on old wine that was stored in worm wood containers that taint the brew with a hallucinogenic, they'd trip out and go 'girls gone wild'. Though their hard to find on the internet, their are ancient accounts, fragments of from ancient Rome, warning young men to be careful. In one letter from a mother, to her son, she beseeches him not to participate in the festivities, as he might get killed and eaten by the Maenads in the morning. I found it hilarious, as it reminded me of some of my mother's sire warnings.
Now please tell me where you got the classical photo of your avatar? She's beautiful.
I wrote this poem so many years ago I almost forgot I had it. I came across the story of Maenads as a young History student. They were a very interesting bunch of gals. Followers of the chaste Goddess Diana, they would stay celibate for an entire year. Then would come the celebration of the wine God Dionysus when all Hell would break loose. Drunk on old wine that was stored in worm wood containers that taint the brew with a hallucinogenic, they'd trip out and go 'girls gone wild'. Though their hard to find on the internet, their are ancient accounts, fragments of from ancient Rome, warning young men to be careful. In one letter from a mother, to her son, she beseeches him not to participate in the festivities, as he might get killed and eaten by the Maenads in the morning. I found it hilarious, as it reminded me of some of my mother's sire warnings.
Now please tell me where you got the classical photo of your avatar? She's beautiful.
Anonymous
- Edited 28th Nov 2018 00:39am
11th Aug 2014 10:11am
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12th Aug 2014 6:19am