Member Poem

Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds!
Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid withaut any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium?
Standing, waiting I see, hear, taste, touch feeling of this night outside from Pavel´s window sill near an ewer and three cacti so dear like deer in groves.
The spider on my stalk – stalking a ladybird and the dog is barking in the chamber, he is ethereal, as if he came from plethora od dark glow-worms.

I see

I stay with cacti, my friends, under stars like a wanderer, who adoring the heaven in the night, shrouded in the fog, having seen a volcano with fireflies.

You hear

You, the night, are a ship on the frothy sea and the whirling wave as well as the thunder and above same fairytale-like seagulls.

I taste

I am the medieval alchemist who is cooking the delicious bloetus soup such a druid and he will serve as dessert honey fungi with blueberries.

You touch

You, the starlit night, are many boars, born near an ancient grove, that touch their own piglets with damp muzzles