February 2013-March 2014
17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
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Poems Inspired by Book 2
Carol Robson, Richard Biddle and Sadaf Fatima
A God’s Pleasure
by Carol Robson
Loves yearning stirs
adoration of your beauty
your beauteous figure
of olive satiny skin
befitting the bearing
of a Phoenician Princess.
Trickery and deceit
that you will love
the God transformed.
The statuesque beauty
of the white bull
beyond your belief
as he carries you
away from your family
that you shall be only
for him as a Queen.
Taken away from family
your beauty and love
is for him only
never to be shared
only for a God’s pleasure.
© Carol Robson 2013
Bad Trip *
by Richard Biddle
‘The boy stood trembling and marvelling at the strangeness of it all…’
Now I know there was no palace, where your hair glittered
like sea spray and you offered me a message written
on blotting paper, said I’d find sunshine in an ink stain;
an orb, a strobing disco-light-mirror-ball, a revolution.
You removed the oh and you removed the you, replaced
it with A & E. Taken in by its golden means, I thought
the haloed footlights were dust flowers and that the lit
air was swimming, with tropical fish, I tried to catch.
>>>>>>>>>They fell through my hands like quicksilver.
While pointing at the moon with a crooked finger, you
showed me a fire escape, said it was a ladder to the stars,
a resolution. Was I the solar-powered progeny climbing,
rising, coming up? A solution.
Raised bright with polished waters and shifting signs, I
could not digest what I felt. Those pounding speakers
boomed their melodious beats as the drug took possession
of me. An empty-mouthed soothsayer spoke my lips,
avoid the bull’s horns, the Archer’s arrows, the Lion’s
jaw, the scorpion’s cruel pincers and the crab’s claws
One by one these vicious zodiacs dissolved and a punishing
bpm pounded through my blood. I was a gleaming, shining,
ball of confused atoms, an immortal mortal, radiated.
Rushing out, they tore through my mind-mist. I was lifted by
this buzzing but terrified, unable to handle not knowing
where the track was or how to control the mercurial dragon
that now glowed and seethed with a renewed internal fury.
My immeasurableness drenched black with venom,
I saw monsters everywhere that threatened to wound me.
My teeth, chilled stars, grew hot. My unlucky eyes, robbed
of their shadow, throbbed, tried in vain to douse themselves.
My wits dropped into horror. I ran unchecked through
unknown regions of air. Momentum took me. Striking against
the fixed, hurrying heights, headlong, down.
Drawn to the surface, I became a desert; my visions,
scorched swans. Light broke apart. I could not bear the sparks.
Lifeless bodies floated face upwards on the deep ravage of this
long trail. And somewhere, on the periphery, something appeared
Complicated Little Life
by Sadaf Fatima
It’s a complicated little life,
Like a Greek myth,
You plan something,
And you get something else.
You pay for the sins you never do,
You enjoy the fruits others grow.
For some, life is smooth and effortless,
Others struggle to make a living.
You don’t know why you are who you are,
But you still manage to go on,
Go on with the flow of life,
Because you don’t know what’s hidden in the end,
Would it be a deep sleep as some deem,
Or would it be hell, heaven or just nothingness?
It’s a complicated little life,
Like a Greek myth.
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