I wrote this little poem after meditating on the lesser known aspect of Dionysos as the “Fox God”. It’s a part of Him that has always softly called to me and the fact that Fox has also been trying to get my attention the last few months especially. Once I wrote the piece, again done in my usual “trance” style with no editing I decided to make it “pretty” and found a gorgeous image of a fox, creeping beneath some ripened clusters on the vine. Perfect!
Dionysos Bassareus “The Fox-God”
Oh charming vulpine Lord,
You who chases birds through the leafy overhangs
And pounces on rodents who threaten the verdant shoots of the vine.
Nibble haughtily at the fermenting fallen fruits come harvest
And grin with black lips at the noon-day sun.
Cry in the night, amidst the cool and fertile earth
Fleet and quick-witted, you move unseen
Amber eyes watching from between the leaves
Secretly weaving the magic of the vine.
Protecting the harvest of your gift divine
The violaceous orbs
That draught called wine!