Bacchanalian Orgy

I meant "orgy" in the religious sense here, though invoking Bacchus certainly blurs the distinction between the definitions.

Hours before the stupor,
glowing swarming flies.
Some will wander, others loopers.
An absurd revelry plies
kissing, covorting elated.
Ravage gnashing and snarls,
passionate embraces donated,
making mothers out of girls.
Exceptionally witty repertoire
lost on foggy ears.
The profound and bizarre
brings belly-laughs and tears.
False dawn brings false hope
of eternity in autumn.
One last fleeting grope
and then it is forgotten.

Author's Note

Forgive me the basic formatting, I'll fix that sometime soon.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This reminds me of how it was back in the times of "free love" (1960's & 70's) . . . even if not engaged in a sexual conquest, per se, lots of people were simply open about grabbing & kissing & peeling, almost anyone, almost anywhere. When I mention such historic escapades to today's youth, I get a response as if they're grossed out by the thought of casual physical contact. How far we've come. How far we've gone. After a year or two of face masks, maybe people will be grossed out by the blatant sight of uncovered smiles! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

PS . . . I find nothing in your poem to be described as being remotely religious! Ha! Ha!

[T.S. Ulmus]

Oh, don't get me started on today's youth. Triggered little snowflakes hiding in their safe places. I'm glad I could trigger fond memories for you from a time before my own. As usual you have brightened my day.

[Sir Aphid]

Good poem for halloween. I picture someone with a goat's head involved in all of this revelry. Might not be what you intended but it's the image that you invoked in me. It was inspiring. thanks.

[T.S. Ulmus]

Pan was the child of Bacchus (or Dionysus, who can keep it all straight) and I was certainly thinking of satyrs, so the goat imagery is very appropriate. Thank you for the read and the review.

[cheyenne s garcia]

Sounds scary. Good piece. Review mine - cheyennne

[Davidgeo]

Who cares about fixing things? I'm pretty sure all of this is practice.

B***h a*s mother f****r.

[T.S. Ulmus]

Did you seriously log on to a poetry website to call someone a b****? That's sad man.

[Davidgeo]

It gets so much worse. Ask me about my tremendous BBC and inability to maintain meaningful relationships.

[Davidgeo]

.... for real.... I log onto this site for reasons that are far more disturbing and creepy than you would assume normally.