It was small news

Under reported

The EU will no longer require absinthe to contain wormwood

So fans of Rimbaud and Toulouse-Lautrec

You need to come forward and protest

Or at least buy up stockpiles of the real stuff

Like I’ll do

In case I feel a fin de siècle mood coming on

Because if I need a zinc topped table to lean on

As the night travels into timeless

I’ll want the original

Old school cool shit

The ritual

I want the faint echo of the psychedelic that those old poems promise

I don’t want extra ethyl

I want dreams

I want the curls of worms

I want to see the dance of the green fairy

The green fairy naked

I want to write skewed poetry

Illuminate the edge of the crack that splits the glass


I want the mirrorshard of memory

Tinged with the green fuzz of decay

To taste of absinthe

That takes me away



David Trudel     © 2013




Filed under Poetry

2 responses to “Absinthe

  1. Ah, now there’s a madness I’ve not tasted, unfortunately. I don’t know how this is possible (because you have always been a wonderful poet), but each of your pieces is raising the bar just a little for the next one.

    • It’s funny, I had no intention of writing this at all. The story about wormwood had caught my attention but I hadn’t been aware of thinking about it at all since reading the very short story the newspaper had buried somewhere in the Business section. I wrote the previous two poems after jotting down a few phrases and lines in a notebook while I was out and thinking about them driving home. Much more the usual way of looking for inspiration and then wrestling with the thoughts and words. Then this just came along and demanded to be written. I am really pleased with it myself, but this was one of those inspired gifts that was more of a dictation than an inspiration. I have also filed it under Steampunketry since there is a real steam punk, retro feel to this poem.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s