‘The Seas that Ring the World’ Ring 5/5 : Transformations Poems (Book 2)

30 Apr


George Braque Metamorphoses

February 2013-March 2014

17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

See the Transformations Page for more details or the ‘Present Collaborations’ Tab


 Last 2 Poems Inspired by Book 2 


Karin Heyer and Greg Mackie


A Tale of Curiousness *

by Karin Heyer


He was weaving, weaving

sunrays of glittering gold

doubtless intent to unravel

when the stars shine,

he was weaving, weaving


for the ‘Long Walk To Freedom’.


What is the truth,

the son of the sun god cried

in fatal curiosity.

Beware, too much strife for knowledge

may lead to death, the true father warned,

go the middleway!


The son of the sun god

laid uncertain hands on the chariot’s reins:

the horses knew a different master,

control was lost,

a wild journey grew,

fire roared throughout the universe.


Burning, burning beams befell the son

no father’s ointment did repair,

the true thunderclap hit the troubled youth,

he greatly daring died”,

for he took the chariot

shying a loving father’s care

in youthful impetuousness.



by Greg Mackie


I still have the clipping.

Fading, yellow,

Like Mr Devon’s,


Nicotine fingers, 

The headmaster we all liked, 

And who beat his wife.


You’re blinking in the sun,

Bending over a zinc shovel,

Poney-tailed, proud. 


Behind you, Mikey who died, 

And Smithy, 

Make the “V” sign. 


We were the tree.

We were the future, 

Spent down the Glen,


Drinking Strongbow,

And throwing chips,

And sharing pickled onion kisses,


Until I wanted more,

And you just told me,

To fuck off.


On that last day, 

You had Travis Bickled your hair.

Your dad called you a runt,


And kicked you out.

While your crazy mum,

Smoked and stared.


I used to go back, 

Not every year,

And sit,


On that low brick wall,

Looking for our shadows,

Behind the huts.


I’d watch the wind,

Tease the yellow leaves,

Of the poplar tree.


You were still there, 

But now the sun, 

Had left you. 


Your body ,

Thickened with age, your hair,

Changed with the seasons, 


Your unrooted roots, burying,

Deeper and down, 

Into cold, damp earth.


When they built the new extension,

They cut the tree down.

There was no ceremony.


* = One of the poems to be included in our Transformations Exhibition and Poetry Reading in September 2014 at Hanse House, King’s Lynn

Karin, at present, does not have a website but you find Greg and his work here:


Greg Mackie:






2 Responses to “‘The Seas that Ring the World’ Ring 5/5 : Transformations Poems (Book 2)”

  1. pandamoniumcat May 8, 2013 at 3:17 am #

    Two great poems, really loved the feverish pace in the first…like all wayward sons no doubt ;), and Greg this is another fabulous poem, beautifully written with such compassion and a sense of loss of youth… a touch of the bittersweet! 🙂 Very much enjoyed my poetry lunch…two for the price of one!

  2. frenzyofflies May 9, 2013 at 9:33 am #

    Hi Dianne 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed your lunch 😉 Thanks so much for your wonderful comments! Always appreciated!

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