The Green Fairy

I'm no poet. But last night after drinking some absinthe I wrote a poem about it:

Today we drink

the green

the green fairy,

yes we shall drink absinthe.

The poets did,

the tortured writers

and that’s what we are,

what we’re destined to be,

right?

We’re a house of writers

and poets

and dreams,

three young men trying to make their way in the world

becoming it

understanding it.

We join around the table

pour the glasses.

A shot?

No.

Two?

Yes.

Let’s get wasted

let’s forget the world

the world we write about

explore.

The green fairy, come to us.

Free us.

Let us break away.

Take me away. 

The poem was deeply inspired by a poem my friend Hannah Barry wrote and pinned up on our crude poetry wall in our house. It shall be our introduction:

There was a house of men.

They lived as a trio of poets, writers and creators of crude love and romance.

They live like creations of fantasy in their own enchanted castle, waiting for beauty to come and break the spell of the beasts...

I do love those four lines. Powerful and brilliant.