Mead

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Mead

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #12

What good is mead without heightened spirit
If amidst the pedestrian ways we must tread,
Plodding through daily cares of our mortal lot
Like old crones regretting deeds that are dead?

What good is mead that by muse is unshared
Leaving to our human limbs our fancy’s motion?
Oh it is by her catalyst of imagination bold
That we gain the fearless wings of inspiration!

What good is mead if the gods don’t partake
Their share from the cup of our human mirth;
In rejoicing intent we a sanctified seat make
Welcoming the gods to joys of mortal birth.

To Thee, but to Thee O Sire I shall gladly offer
All world’s caskets and their brews and this drinker!