February 2013-March 2014
17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
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Poems Inspired by Book 10
Nat Hall and Richard Biddle
by Nat Hall
You don’t want to hurt me,
but see deep how the bullet lies*
Before lone gods,
mice and strange priests,
we hunted down our wildest
I, da daughter of
in love with chords…
But as we put words in a cage,
they grew feathers, talons and taste for
blood and flesh.
I carried mine on nameless hills,
through sly mires,
you long drowned yours
inside poison you always took for
night’s nectar, and
………………….. walked away.
No need to throw stones in the wind,
I walk though life with
©Nat Hall 2013
*echo from Running Up That Hill, 2012 Remix, Kate Bush.
Thoughtform (after Pygmalion)
by Richard Biddle
Plagued with perfection, I create you –
A mockery of bones. Unknown to flesh and
you are fruitlessly beautiful; an ivory womb.
You are the mummified dove, flawlessly carved
in the clotted veins of my limestone heart.
Those pumice lips, counterfeit and teasing,
despairingly manifested as a sad man’s plaything.
An unbecoming bloom.
Entombed in a fanatical psyche,
you are born of an impotent selfing.
A plastic fantasy .
No teeth, no nails, no tears, no hair
no voice, no perfume, no name.
An unblemished, numb dummy unyielding
My secret, my lover, my shame.
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