Poets logo

The Power of a Drink

by Stephanie Contarino 2 months ago in performance poetry
Report Story

"If they spill such a drink ... then their freewill is a horse too dangerous to ride." An ancient poet discusses history with an high priest.

The Power of a Drink
Photo by Felicia Buitenwerf on Unsplash

To all those who suffer from adversary,

harken to these words.

A High Priest once asked me;

"You, oh beloved by the Immortal ones,

who's tongue is fluid in such adoration.

Who, like me, chant of worship to their Eternal name.

Tell me, oh wise poet,

if you have entered this world as one of us,

then why turn your head to the Christian window?

Haven't the lovely Clio's grey song stain in your mind,

of them sending the gloomy Thanatos and what tears had He brought to our brothers and sisters?

The enlightened Muses depressively howl of the destruction of our sacred temples.

The Deathless ones grieve terribly of the statues that stood from the reign of Time that crumble like dust in the wind.

How dare they!

Don't you want to wait to the rise of the Bright Helios,

to siege their churches and spit on their swords?"

I sat in such quietness that I could hear the hums of the past catch the future.

An empty blow to my audience left such shock....

.....What a foolish man.

"Oh, fruitless one,

why would I be like my enemy?

Why shall I vessel such an volcanic spirit, whom has tormented the heavenly Muses and had erupted discord on Mt Olympus?

Why would I clash in such violence that adversary would rather hide in the shadows of dark Nxy?

Why would I call out myself, who wishes not to witness such bloody act?


in order to measure such a sword,

is to pour a drink with them.

Show them the humanity that is needed to fill their black void."

Shock painted such an audience that they turned more pale then the July snow.

"If they drink with such wonder and gratitude,

may the rich wine make them live forever."

But, if they spill,

with such ignorance,

to the kindness that veils the chalice that we offer to them,

then their freewill is a horse too dangerous to ride.

Harken and never,

under any circumstances,

be like your enemy.

Never, lift your sword against those like you,

who, like you, has a tongue which is also a flamed to the Spirit that he or she worships.

Serve them a drink instead,

with the humility that we send to our Gods to them.

Remind them that the Dark Furies peck enjoyably the eyes of those who have terribly tarnished us....

.....but only to them, shall their fierce fangs feast upon".

performance poetry

About the author

Stephanie Contarino

・⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ☁☽✧

Inspired by ancient greek poetry and poets, along with John Keats and Robert Frost.

Love writing about the beauty of nature, religion, Greek Gods and mythology.

My Neopoet account: Stephanie Contarino

・⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ☁☽✧

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights


There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2022 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.