The Hedonists
An Abecedarian poem.
After the party, that lascivious bohemia,
Bacchanalian hubbub
Carrying on still night air, erotic
Dancing rhythms and bloomed
Egos scenting the cool bite
Foretelling Dawn in the breeze, that stark bailiff,
Grinning, comes breaking,
Hastening revellers with a blush,
Indifferent to every alibi,
Jostling the DJ,
Killing them softly, slick
Luminosity urging liminal,
Meandering minds to affirm
Night is past with the risen sun.
Out amidst the stars, allegro
Pulsing beats slip,
Quivering over Thailand, India, Iraq,
Rounding the globe, chasing the hour
Skies turn deeper blue and sun sinks
Tolling the death of light,
Ululations to bid adieu
Vexing daytime, its bright shiv
Wound in straw till cockcrow.
Xenial dark now does coax
Yearnings to succumb to joy,
Zest for that glorious midnight waltz.
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For my birthday, in lieu of a party. The introvert can conjure in the mind what cannot be lived in the world of other people. I doubled down and began and ended alphabetically.
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Comments (18)
Happy belated. Reminds me of the trip to Romania, I heard they don't work on Mondays. They party all weekend through Sunday night and sleep in on Mondays. Meanwhile ululating us from sleep into the wee hours of the morn. Loved the poem.
Great entry Hannah! You painted a vivid picture here, loved it
You must have a lot of patience or just a uber wordsmith? Lovely work! ☺️
Sublime use of "ululations"
Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn Hannah, genius!
Very fun and evocative, happy birthday <3
I felt like I was in a dance club that was really in a field under the stars. Well done Hannah!
Oooo, ululation! That's a new word for me! Loved your poem! Happy Birthday! 🥰🥰🥰
I got a feeling of a 90s' rave from this, somewhere out in the sticks. Really evocative.
Great work! Really love this: "Pulsing beats slip, Quivering over Thailand, India, Iraq, Rounding the globe, chasing the hour Skies turn deeper blue and sun sinks Tolling the death of light,"
'Bacchanalian' I learned a new word. YAY. This was a great Introvert party experience.
Haha. Let's try this again. I deleted my first comment because I congratulated you on a not awarded TS, when I meant to say happy birthday. Anyway, seems like you gave yourself a birthday project with the same letter ending. Very difficult to do, but you pulled it off magically. Well done.
"Xenial dark now does coax" is especially deft!
I love how this poem evokes the cycle of dark to light and lightness to darkness. The music in your word selection and phrasing is wonderful. A lovely, lovely poem.
Very fun, love the word choices!
So who says nothing good happens after midnight? (My parents, if you're wondering. You as an introvert & me as an autistic might disagree. It's not the hour but the nature of the party & those gathered. Happy Birthday, Hannah.
very nice
Happy Birthday! Loved the party...now it feels like we are all celebrating it together, jumping all over the world.