‘Morning Stars and Flames of Hate’ Flicker 3/3: Transformations Poems (Book 8)

29 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 8


Nat Hall and Karin Heyer


<<I’m looking at the big sky now>> Kate Bush

de cire et de plumes

(of feathers & wax)

by Nat Hall


I am feathers, wax, bones and skin.


you gave me wings to lift and fly, follow high path,

reach to the clouds, stardust & sun;


from derision to desire,

you warned me from fusion & flames;


through hail & stones,

I pushed limits of thin blue line,


angels still speak of my first flight,

I look a lone swift in your eyes – or a raven, lord of proud land;


I have no regret or complex,


from this altitude, a new world –

am still alive, scarred & crossboned, head over heels above islands.


© Nat Hall 2013


Icarus Transformed

by Karin Heyer


When Daedalus defies the laws of nature,

weaving, weaving together feathers small and large,

he longs to leave Crete, his exile,

he longs to fly home and gain the freedom of a gracious, unfettered bird.

He employs the laws of science and his power of imagining,

weaving, weaving an intricate pattern from tiniest feathers to large, bound by wax at strategic points.

He created two vibrant, novel wings and flew and hovered,

watched by his son Icarus.

Full of play Icarus tried the invention,

‘Beware the wax’ warned the father.

‘Fear the heat.’

‘Go the middle way’.

But he came too close to the blazing sun;

Icarus drowned in deep blue waters beneath.

With a broken heart the father buried his son on the island,

still named Icaria.



But I-

now flying-

speeding in strongly moulded metal,

a fuel, turbine engine jet, propelling me along way up in the sky,

see Stockholm below me.

Through the plane’s window, golden beams of sunshine,

resting on white, tufty clouds emerge-

a landscape of fluffy mountains

supported by a blue, translucent mist.



Later, I am bound safely earthward,

soon on solid ground

closing a sunlit day,

and celebrating another conquest of science.



You can find more about Nat and Karin here:

Nat Hall




Karin, as yet has no website, but you can contact her via ArtiPeeps.





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