February 2013-March 2014
17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
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Poems Inspired by Book 7
Adam Wimbush and Rebecca Audra Smith
Jayson and the Astronauts*
by Adam Wimbush
The Astronauts blast through the atmosphere.
Fresh from the Thrace system where previously they had been,
Fighting the flying half-female forces of Harpeeys;
A race of soul tormentors who breathed fear and each one was a thought thief.
Fortunately their deformed forms were destroyed
Freeing the starved and tormented colony underneath
Who in return presented Jaysun with a compass with which to unlock the Cosmos.
Once cracked the cryptic coordinates guided him to the planet Colchis,
Where he would claim the “Shimmering Skin” from the savage Thing.
But the negotiations were complicated, revealing even more arduous adventures.
For Jaysuns cache would be empty if he couldn’t inspire and
Overcome the three layer test set out by the Thing.
But oh, how he oozed hero, sending waves of intoxication through Meedeeuh.
Her emotions flare and the alien love grows inside.
It mutates the meanings of the savage Things many mean manifestations,
Which now become meaningless.
Like the planets gravity she’s magnetised.
Caught in a prism of contradiction…she’s got the wrong triangle tingles…attracted to xeno-zones.
Feelings fluctuate in fancy frequencies as her moral compass flickers.
Surrounding powers sneak; they weave through inhuman web works
Were they can’t be understood.
Pumping god fluid into the pupa of paradoxical peril where the hatchlings of danger await.
Observing these dilemmas the snakes of her syntax hiss as she forges a shield of love.
A force field so strong no Layer Boss can penetrate.
Hazardous emotions reign creating a vortex in her soul
Which re-swirls images of alternative futures.
She commences to conjure.
Illusions solidify as realties dematerialise.
The galactic jigsaw pieces begin to slot together as,
Another goddess helps them piece together the puzzle of perception.
For within the circuits of the cosmos sparks hide, and
Tapping into this hidden electricity Meedeeuh and Jaysun decide to dive.
With his force field glowing Jaysun confronts the Oxatons;
They vomit vortexes, they roar louder than black holes sucking in anti-matter.
They tear the fabric of space with their thunderous talons,
Horns of pure malice to the marrow, with which they rip reality.
Jaysun in his cocoon cruises into the beating black heart of the Oxatons hatred,
Were upon they release a shockwave of terror.
The negative energy is absorbed by the barrier of love and reflected back.
So their whirling withers, their energy dissipates and
The Oxatons dissolve into a time lapsed sunset.
From the Things Terror Capsule
A handful of fossilised fangs where flung,
Biting deep into the flesh of the planet.
From these teeth seeds terrible things sprung,
Melting upwards into horrible humanoid creatures
Made from malignant bits, fetid flesh and bizarre bones, weaved together.
Their bio-weaponery stank, shooting rancid lasers at violating velocity.
These rotting robots wouldn’t stop till Jaysun was dead.
Their mangled forms advanced and
It seemed our hero would be overcome with their putrid power.
Fearing her love shield wouldn’t suffice
She uses a voice engine
Rendering her words sentient.
The wicked whisper seemed to swim
Corrupt and confuse their regurgitated bodies from within,
The Zombots fuse into a pulsating cancer of bone and meat
This violently erupts,
Spitting sinews and splintered bone, cutting its diseased neighbour down.
Now armed with Meedeeuhs shamanistic song shadow
He prepares for the ultimate battle; to tackle the malevolent Monsect
With its bastardised exoskeleton and an array of angry appendages.
Ghostly heads that gorged on grief.
A tongue that seemed to fork forever
Searching for death from a mouth even evil was afraid to lurk in.
Despite its destructive capabilities it wasn’t immune to Meedeeuhs murmuring machine.
So when Jaysun synchronised it while unloading his Spray Gun
the Monsects consciousness evaporated.
In that frozen moment he snatched the Shimmering Skin from its golden holding cell.
Leaving behind this hell
With Meedeeuh as his wife and sporting an extra magic epidermis,
(and that’s another story)
by Rebecca Audra Smith
Brew me a new life
out of green thumbs and songs.
Make me young as I was when I thought
our souls are made of sky colours.
I will plaster myself in marble
I will build my own tower
I will let you slit my neck
and fill me with fresh flowers.
Drain out the stale blood,
we must fill ourselves with life.
Daughters, stab your fathers,
sharpen the knives.
When the corpse is quiet
and the moon is high
we will fill it like a chalice,
we can but resurrect or die.
You can find out more about Adam and Rebecca here:
A warm welcome goes out to Adam who has joined the project half-way through.
nb. The group of ‘Transformations’ poets is now formerly closed.
Rebecca Audra Smith