Snowboard Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2025 04 30

Gliding down the mountain slope of bright snow,
I cruise with grace on snowboard of my heart,
then shred gnarly hills with aggressive style
to leap into the vast indifferent sky
and soar with wingless poise of elegance
beyond this world, but stump on Earth again.

Spiraling around in the silver sky
with bold defiance of cruel gravity,
Belenus snowboards down the mountain slope,
sliding back and forth among slim pine trees,
then notches arrow in his taut yew bow
to shoot the swift red Cervus in his heart.

After cutting Cervus meat in thick steaks,
which he wraps inside large bags of its skin,
Belenus guides one-horse sleigh in old woods
toward hilltop fort that smokes in gleaming show
where Andarta and their son Grannus wait
for him to return with their winter feast.

Just as he approaches the long wood bridge
that arcs over river of gushing ice,
Taranis skis suddenly swift down the hill
and hurls long ash spear to impale his chest,
but lithe Belenus somersaults backward
and lands on field of snow with spear and shield.

Chasing Taranis up the mountain slope,
Belenus finds him waiting at the top
where they glare at each other in fierce wind,
then race each other back down to the bridge
to prove who reaches wagon of meat first
and who gets wiped out on the frosty grade.

Eyes squinting as they slalom down the hill,
racing each other in elegant curves
through grove of spruce trees, kicking up snow
as they lean sideways to swerve around stones,
fierce rivals hurtle gracefully intense
in feverish competition to win.

Hotblooded with vehement zeal to win,
Belenus curls his body into coil
by leaning forward to soar through the air
with energetic passion to succeed,
then glides sideways in half-moon curve to stop
beside his horse and wagon near the bridge.

Embracing with laughter after their race,
Belenus and his cousin Taranis
drive wagon of meat into fort courtyard
where everyone cheers, having watched their race,
then roast steaks and drink mead in the feast hall
while he dances with Andarta all night.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/…

Orpheus brings wagon of copper pots to the hilltop fort where Belenus and Andarta welcome him with joyful laughter, and give him mead to drink.

#NationalPoetryMonth #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism