1 The constraints: 1) No more than
one hour. 2) No more than 20 lines.
The result ? Genius or Not.


25th September

By Mark Brayley | 2010 September 25

An age of spirits
drunk ‘til dawn,
I was once
resplendent on the bough.
In sandaled feet,
caste in bronze
with golden locks
and Pan piping my demise.  

We all have danced.
Some dance still, others
are only still
wishing they were more
than musing monuments,
or tarnished by time,
belonging to another time
that isn’t now. 

Frozen, I am now antique, 
lacking the spirit of the age,
lacking the zeitgeist of deceit.

Poetry, Alcohol, Pan

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