Some years ago, when almost all of my work was informed by my experiences as a mental health consumer, instead of just most of it ... I learned of Socrates' lofty philosophy regarding the creativity he felt grows from mania through "the deity" - a position I decided I liked very much. It was from that, the idea for this poem was born.
IN THE HOUSE OF MOON MADNESS
"The greatest of our blessings comes to us from mania ... madness coming from the deity
is superior to the sanity of human origin." Socrates
In the time before uncivilized life
became the norm and the muses
Ruled not only the mind
but the heart and soul
And great thinkers worshipped
in the House of Moon Madness
My sovereign self was sure
and confident and as poetess
I walked in hues of purple
royalty with all attendant
to my moods and whims
For great knowledge was born
only of chaotic thought
and troubled introspection
Truth was a revelation
of the divine
to the manic alone
To be received
with gratitude
I held to my original titles:
Those of maternal power
moon-spirit and Goddess
In the time before life
became uncivilized
and great thinkers
still worshipped
in the House of Moon Madness
S.E.Ingraham©
