Dreaming of Satyrs

So, I fell asleep last night, thinking of the awesomeness of a poet named Rosemary Nissen-Wade, and wondering how I could create poetry and other writing that would be as awesome.   (Follow some of her works at The Passionate Crone).

I had a hard time sleeping, as I'd been seriously depressed Monday, and slept FAR too much. However, my dreams were of writing poetry, and of satyrs (specifically an older Satyr, with a head full of curly hair, though he had no goat hooves, I knew Him;  he would walk in front of me smiling, enigmatically, and I kept hearing variations on "An Elderly Satyr..." poems).  I kept hearing poem titles, and though I was in and out, and lost a couple of cool things, some of them stayed with me.  Brighid was behind this, methinks, and since I've been slack and not written in ages, for whatever reason, I had to get up and write or I would lose it.

I've done that for many years.  And lost so much awesomeness as a result.  So, I will post a few things I heard, and tinkered with a bit. :)  Consider them works in progress. :)

Begin Trans:

"An Elderly Satyr Stops by to Say 'Hello'"

He sits down
for tea.  Smiling, he
waits.  Patience!

"An Elderly Satyr Waves Goodbye"

Embraces
you, then turns, smiling,
to the woods.

"She Thinks She Can't"

She thinks too much.
Light-bulb (finally) clicks on:
"Yes I can!" she yelps,
strips, skips, dances down to the ocean,
and jumps in.

"Brighid and Pan Make Out"

"NOT funny!" She says, arms crossed,
smiling face saying it would be funny indeed.

"Now THAT would be fun!", He says, grinning.

I'm torn between the two; what say you??

 **End Trans**


So, as you can see, funny, but I love it. :)  It got my brain to working, the juices running, and that's what counts.  I'm sure they will change, but you never know!

I will be posting again, on a much more serious subject.  Until then, why not enjoy some happy music?

IO PAN!! :)  And Dian, of course. :)