‘Struggle and Treachery’ Action 4/4: Transformations Poems (Book 7)

11 Oct


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


Poems Inspired by Book 7



Nat Hall, James Knight and Karin Heyer



Medea’s Dream

by Nat Hall

Face without eyes.
chère toison d’or, cire ou de plomb*,
from dragon’s clutch,
protect my

Boy without face.

From the chariot drawn by the great fire breathers,
I shall not flee from fleece of love,
crush my own genes, or
drink from
tantalising cups…

Eyes without heart.

From sympathy to illusion,
don’t turn that girl
into a witch,
I shall not
betray you.

Heart without face,
I’ve lost my way across the sea,
where women weave
from handspun
and lust tides,
and find solace, here,
in West sky, as twilight awakes
Arcturus, space Argonaut among Perseids.

Face without boy.

This is where the shadows come to play**,
now let me enjoy meteors.

Nat Hall 2013

*) dear golden, wax or fleece of lead
**) from Somewhere in Between, Kate Bush, Aerial (2005) that accompanied this piece



by James Knight


Soil-spawned men


In the unreal light


It’s cold


Imagine looking down

On the crowds agitating

Across Waterloo Bridge


An insect has a head,

An abdomen,

A thorax

Six legs


Male ants and queens

Have wings,

Fly incompetently


One day a year

They broil in their thousands

On my lawn



All those people

Scurrying around London


They’ve lost their humanity

To mindless endeavour


Now imagine you’re somehow different


Your life made up of a million minute Tasks



by James Knight



in the winter

of her womb,


a nightmare

awaits the warmth

of a bitter spring



Pointed Horns

by Karin Heyer


Then, many times the moon

had brought together

the points of her horns

To show her splendid, clear, completed form.

A fearful pestilence hit my people

lassitude struck them to the pillaged ground.

Burning skin and panting breath plagued

their polluted bodies and foaming lips.

Screaming, dying children women and men:

Helpless, abandoned to the forces of hell.

What images, what fear.

A cruel fate hit men and land.

No-one knew whence it came.


And now transform this image:

News-flash, August 2013, Syria,

an inflicted, fearful pestilence

struck its people

shown to the world

no-one knew whence it came.

But they did know and drew a red line



*= a poem which has been chosen for our Transformations art and poetry exhibition in September 2014 at Hanse House, Norfolk


You can find more about Nat, James and Karin here:

Nat Hall:



James Knight:



Karin, as yet, does not have a website







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