One Poem and The Druid - Flash-fiction by Paweł Markiewicz

 

The responsive

awakening of springtide

 

The springtime wakes up

in may glory and dreams

in May-tender homeland

 

O! Dreamy moony spring

immortalize the enchantment

of the Naiad forever!

 

the pensiveness of a feather from crows

you are black such a muse-like falchion

thinker with many oboli

I listen to the obol that thinks in muses-paradise

the scepticism is blooming in me

…

the courage of violets

you are heavenly blue like cherub-like gem

poet with a handful of oboli

I see the obol that writes about muse-like spell

the eudemonia is budding in me

…

the delight of a birdie

you are grey such a mermaid sesame

dreamer with all sorts of obol

I smell the obol that dreams of embers of sempiternity

the Epicureanism  is flourishing in me

…

the beatitude of a cat

you are golden like druidic land

philosopher with a little of oboli

I taste the obol that philosophizes about amaranthine ambrosia

the stoicism is flowering in me

…

Oboli – plural of obolus

The Druid

Flash-fiction

by Paweł Markiewicz

In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. He gathered some mushrooms such as the red-capped scaber stalks-fungi, a boletus rufus and a good foxy bolete. In dear Druid's soul: a joy of butterflies. He met on a path next to an ancient Zeus-altar a lovely wildcat. The tender druid and the animal wanted to speak. In this Druid´s soul: dreams of muses. The wildcat wanted to tell the druid his riddle. It was difficult: what is the most amazing star in a romantic heaven?. In Druid´s soul: magic wing of Ibycus-cranes. The druid answered falsely, it was a morning-star. A Rhodes-star was true. The druid had to give to the wildcat the scaber stalks. In dear Druid´s soul: tears of luck. The herbalist met on a path near an ancient stream of Apollo, the dreamer, a boar from distance. They began speaking later. In Druid´s soul: amber from angels. The boar told the druid his most magnificent riddle. The druid had to say, what is the best shooting star, with which he has ever dreamed. In meek Druid´s soul: brightness of the Augean stables. The druid answered falsely: it was this in the German mountains Harz. The boar told - true shooting stars before rainbow. The boleti rufus for the boar. In the dearest Druid´s soul: diamond of history. The druid met later, on ways into a cave of the god Hephaestus full beauty, a wild shrewd fox with golden eyes. The beings wanted to speak. In Ovidian Druid´s soul: shooting star at dawn and dusk. Having welcomed, he told the kind druid a puzzle. It sounded mysterious: what comet dust is the most dazzling in the whole world?. In Druid´s soul: herculean stars. The druid answered falsely: it may be a comet dust in a fabulous, kind evening. At a native heaven was true; the foxy bolete – given to the fox. In tender Druid´s soul: fungi of eternity, the sempiternal being of time. The druid.

Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is a poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetry in many magazines. He writes in English and German.