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 Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Snowboard Of My Heart
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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.
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