TRANSFORMATIONS
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
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Poems Inspired by Book 14
.Featuring:
Karin Heyer and James Knight
Persuasion not force
(Pomona and Vertumnus)
by Karin Heyer
Weaving, weaving story into story
Pomona in her garden
stood and listened.
He told her that he loved her —
it was in vain.
She tended her garden,
never any want of watering,
that is how her garden grew
into a magical creation
of living growth and beauty.
He still told her that he loved her:
it was in vain!
For her he changed his thought and appearance,
he used all manner of persuasion,
for she was his first and last love
and behold
a fairy-tale ends well,
the dream is there,
unhampered as the angels,
she paid homage
and listened
to her first and last love.
Scylla
by James Knight
.
She movement
wading moments
was as waist some forced clad of deep mountainous up in waving into mass to some gently of the kind to pool flesh top and only surged amid soft up a white
Before find through mass stuff
of which gates
water narrow blood
clung there around
orifice and close sat
On her as slime to either groin though
and her side erupt forced what form
with yelping shape monsters
The at power
thinking opening
the infinite entrails
her
the part smaller of sinuous waste
of a figure and
her
itself monster
She fair
foul shreds close-fitting in retreats fragments
fur and fears
white enormous skin bulk dazzling
as were white serpent pushes of forced coiled arm’d
With seeking into colour wide
her gigantic larger dazzled Cerberian thighs
lizard space
when mouths her
or disclosed the full legs
serpent sections sun
Worm
her hideous voice
peal lull Adam
when jaws pause
Sir Cerberus’s seething had and would
She contents seen sweet creep stands of looking
If the raging hole
the soft disturb’d dogs
rose trees dominant
note her by eyes
womb beasts
And below bubbling emerald-green sibilation kennel
the spring flickering her surface and like hands yet from Adam great too
there which saw lamps were still her part
long bark’d truncated
of a flexible and thighs the gale white howl’d
Within and thin with unseen belly form a
Scylla emerge of strange comes
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You can find more about Karin and James here:
Karin, as yet, does not have a website
James Knight
https://twitter.com/badbadpoet
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