The play models
the festival models
life, a serious comedy
less true than fantasy,
so love from magic is
no insult to true love,
a phantom invasion.
Flowers weave the donkey’s mane
Dionysus rides an ass.
Hounds roar as a dove.
A serpent ate my heart
and found sweet
what I thought bitter
And fairy lullabies change to
a lamentable benediction to summer.
posted for dVerse OLN: Casting a Spell
Jedediah Smith 
What a wonderful spell you have cast!
thank you!
Nice last two lines describing the benediction to summer.
Thanks for reading Frank
This poem intrigues me…I like the line about life as a “serious comedy.” My favorite part is “A serpent ate my heart and found sweet what I thought bitter.”
After teaching Midsummer Night’s Dream last semester, I found my notes on it which included partial play lines, modified by my interpretations. Selection and reordering led to the poem.
Reading your comment above I realize that the Midsummer Night’s dream was in there… and here we are when October has gone, and summer being just a memory.
Thanks for that. I love the way the play subverts oppositions – dream/wake, fantasy/reality, tragedy/comedy – and I tried to convey a touch of that in the short lyric.
My poem was more inspired by Macbeth this week