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‘Fates and Forces’ Wave 1/4: Transformations Poems (Book 13)

7 Mar

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 13

.Featuring:

 Rebecca Audra Smith and Kate Garrett

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Anuis’ four daughters turned to doves

by Rebecca Audra Smith

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The daughters bring plenty, their hands are full.
They say they learnt of their mother
how to seek growth in acrid ground.

In the kitchen, they make like goddesses,
scatter salt as if the sea’s waters had dried
and crystallised of their tears.

When war came and plundered the country
the girls flew from their houses.
They did not wait to be rescued.

The sky was filled with doves.
In their beaks, olive branches,
the ripening grey-green of their fruit.

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Tribute

by Kate Garrett

(after Ovid’s ‘Memnon’; for MLG)
 

every grey sunrise
choked with mist
remembers the loss
of a son, & a mother
who once lit up
the scarlet morning.
her crystal teardrops
sweeten the leaves;
she could soften
even Jove’s heart
with her devotion.

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Hecuba

 

will trade your eyes for lies,
for murder & for greed –
& she will take the snap-
howling jaws & paws of a bitch
not, after all, in disgrace,
but honour:
all the better to drain blood
from Thracian faces;
all the better to prowl nights,
over rocks, under hard stars.

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You can find more about  Becca and Kate here:

Rebecca Audra Smith

http://beccaaudra.wordpress.com/

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Kate Garrett
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‘Centaurs and Rumours’ Whisper 3/3: Transformations Poems (Book 12)

26 Feb

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 12

.Featuring:

Kate Garrett and Eleanor Perry

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Rumour’s Kingdom

by Kate Garrett

The hum through the knots
of narrative is palpable
in a chain of red tabloid tops
on a shelf in the corner shop.
The hum runs through the heads
in the queue as you stand waiting
to pay for your pint of milk:

her down the road
him off the telly
a child is missing
their house burned down
adultery robbery assault
someone is guilty
someone’s to blame

And you stop trying to undo
the tangles in the ropes,
let them fall at your feet, ignored.
You smile and nod across the din
of this strip-lit palace, gossip hub,
pushed down into silence.

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Caeneus

by Kate Garrett

You can survive battle after battle,
but that first one doesn’t leave you.
 
The gods try to replace what they’ve
taken away & never manage
 
a fair trade. If it was in my power
to say this won’t happen again, Neptune,
 
no man or god will twice penetrate me,
see here, my new-found shield of hate …
 
but it’s not. It’s in his. A gift.
My only protection: the change from beauty
 
to beast, the double loss of self;
shards of a girl float in time between us.

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house of rumour

by Eleanor Perry

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tithe lust to distil a tongue spirant
the hiss and how thus brusht to blather as
ajar ajar the thresh of pressed echo is
pursemouthed, slight synths bankrupted
and whissing lashlung reeds, the brisk
where gristyl-boned thinning topples
upturned, unshelling seethe and murling
swell. O error in ten thousand shapes, a pulp
slow champing clips of birth or bleed slung
threaded there, and gather stragged yes
lessened or listen maybe scuttled somewhere
hollow that the jawbone knows or vowels
clucking pearls for lightless pores where
slit the curve of graze and fine eyelid.

You can find more about Kate and Eleanor here:

Kate Garrett

http://www.kategarrettwrites.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/kate_garrett

 

Eleanor Perry

http://www.zonepoetrymagazine.com/

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‘Centaurs and Rumours’ Whisper 2/3: Transformations Poems (Book 12)

19 Feb

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 12

.Featuring:

Nat Hall and Rebecca Audra Smith

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Caenis

by Nat Hall

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from rosebud to bloodshed,
from jewel to sharp blade
from honey to stallion;

from pure silk to armour
from loose hair to cold blood
from needle to honour –

from pomegranate to fire,
from morning dew to tasteless dust
from peau de pêche to leather skin,

one young nymph wished for
shameless spear,
as token from
His
affection.

Caeneus

by Rebecca Audra Smith

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A man becomes a mountain-
half man, the men, half horse-
decry Caeneus, tell him-
get back to the womanly occupations
your hands remember.

When he will not, they strip
a mountainside of its trees
uproot a forest.

Caeneus changes, learns
how to grow wings.

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You can find more about Nat and Becca here:

Nat Hall

http://nordicblackbird.weebly.com/index.html

https://twitter.com/nordicblackbird

 

Rebecca Audra Smith

http://beccaaudra.wordpress.com/

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‘Centaurs and Rumours’ Whisper 1/3: Transformations Poems (Book 12)

12 Feb

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 12

.Featuring:

James Knight and Richard Biddle

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No Grounds

by James Knight

(Inspired by Rumour)

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No Ground by James Knight Book 12

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Book 12

by Richard Biddle

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You can find more about James and Richard here:

James Knight

https://twitter.com/badbadpoet

https://twitter.com/badbadpoet

Richard Biddle

http://writings43.blogspot.co.uk/

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‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 5/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

6 Feb

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 11

.Featuring:

 Adam Wimbush

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The Cave of Sleep

by Adam Wimbush

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Meanwhile…Alcyone is lost
Within the threads of blissful ignorance,
Aware the time grains dwindled
She kept entertained by weaving wonder.
Cocooned in her material of memories
Waiting for Ceyx to rematerialize.

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Within the mellifluous manifolds of mist
She sends scent messages, mind texts, thought codes.
Requesting her husband’s safe return.
They were all unanswered,
Vacuous in the sublime void of prayer plasma.
Alcyones love for her husband Ceyx did not dilate,
It would tarnish the Heaven Zones here on Earth.
So Juno replied and programmed Iris with a mission.

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>> Fast-forward to Somnus,
Ask him to send a dream clone of Ceyx to Alcyone,
To inject the truth…of her husbands demise. <<

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Iris armed herself in spectrums,
Stained the sky with her sunset shadow,
Travelling through the thought fog
Wrapping the palace of Sleep.
Now imagine a kaleidoscopic chasm worming through a mountain,
Here be Sleep, were light is reversed,
Were the planets subconscious vapour
Swirls in a strange languid language of silence.
The only sound is from deep within,
The Stream of Dreams babbling,
Powering the Inducing Equipment.
This is the ambient abyss.

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Iris floats in, sparkling refractions bounce off her,
Illuminating the chamber,
She sees Somnus sprawled out on his cloud couch.
A carpet of phantoms churn lethargically at his feet.
Somnus is spliced within worlds, his mind focus, un-focus,
Constantly sinking, sluggishly he enquires as to Iris’ presence.
Before his head disappeared into the mirror of his mind.

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>>Sleep…who silences minds…the invigorator.
Order a Brain-Wraith to replicate Ceyx to enter Alcyones mind<<

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With the message delivered and
Before slumber steals her consciousness
She flees on the bends of rainbows.

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Morpheus is selected to metamorphose.
His detailing is exquisite,
A real shape shifter.
He will travel through the parallel territories,
On his noiseless wings like a souls shadow,
To pour these words into the dreamers ears…

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>> …Wife, my image is distorted by death.
But it is I Ceyx.
My spaceship was destroyed in an energy blast.
But the echo of my voice is active
Repeating your name in space.
No more messages to the beyond.
You can still cry stars,
But it won’t bring me back. <<

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Alcyones mind wriggles awake,
Her arms swiping for the spirit shape,
But he evaporates when she awakens.
Air body, the colour splashes away.

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Distraught she tumbles into terror.
She plans to destroy herself,
In the self same fashion.
Raw.
Naked.
Molecular Dissipation.

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Console Soul alone as Ceyx is.

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To be dust touching dust…
……dream touching dream.

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After Meanwhile…

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Linking thought traces to spaces,
A glitch in the thought sea.
A shape, growing, morphing.
Recognition shreds her mind,
It’s the bobbing body of Ceyx.
His skin bubble.
In an astonishing organic flurry,
A screech-emitting bit,
Alcyone is air born, a wing woman.
Her cells regurgitate molecules,
Atoms split. The transformations kicking in,
With the energy of grief.

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She faintly felt her freaky beak feel for his face,
The structure too solid that kisses couldn’t pass.
She cocooned the cadaver in drowning wings.
Gods witnessing pitied them,
Remixing them both as birds.
Now with parallel fates their love evolves,
Oscillating each year as avian aliens.
They fly on the surreal thermals of thought,
Swooping synapse lovers.

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Covalent bonds holding strong.

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Free to create.

 

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You can find more about Nat and Greg here:

Adam Wimbush

http://wrongtriangle.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/Wrong_Triangle

‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 4/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

29 Jan

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 11

.Featuring:

 Nat Hall and Greg Mackie

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Dream Maker 

by Nat Hall

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Morpheus
son of sleep,
………..god of dreams & spirits;
………………………heaver of dreams
……………………………………..commands Iris
…………like sole messenger of your deeds,
never leaves me in a chasm.

Let me feel her thousand hues slide through heavens;
heavy eyelids in a palace of steam…
How did you dare to
dance with me,
and drown
lost love
deep
inside waves?

Now, all is left
………..glides as a ghost,

là où tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
luxe, calme et volupté*

© Nat Hall 2014

*) with grateful thanks to Monsieur Baudelaire

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WINGS DIVINE

by Greg Mackie

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Once a man,

a man no more,

I rise and dive

and rise again,

 

above ridges of silver

and dirt-grey

shadow troughs,

clasping

writhing flesh;

fast blood

 

falling

 

on a wild

granite sea.

 

Alien now,

past actions,

past passions.

 

Alien now,

that internal logic

of drowning sailors,

and anguished lovers

staring out

towards

a dying

sun.

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Once a man,

a man no more,

I used to walk

along this shore.

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My steps have faded,

dissolved in time –

I died and rose

on wings divine.

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You can find more about Nat and Greg here:

Nat Hall

http://nordicblackbird.weebly.com/index.html

https://twitter.com/nordicblackbird

Greg Mackie

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 3/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

22 Jan

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 11

.Featuring:

 Richard Biddle and Rebecca Audra Smith

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In this swipe, here is something a bit different:

Transformations Book XI

by Richard Biddle

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Please click on the link below

Transformations Book XI 

To explain:

  • I photocopied book 11
  • Drew randomized patterns on each photocopied page
  • Hand-coloured each page with pencil crayon, leaving one part of the page uncoloured (this became the text)
  • Scanned it
  • Copied it into power point
  • *Recorded the text

*Unfortunately, for technical reason the sound is not available

Chione hawk daughter

by Rebecca Audra Smith

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Chione hawk daughter

They’ll be queuing up around the block
it was predicted by my mother
reading my fortune to me;

as I grew …………………………from youth to youth
………………………….I sprung the way
……………………………………….blossom trees bloom
……………………………………………………..into white petals
………………………….and quickly too
……………………………………….was I bent beneath
………………………….the weight of men
…………………………………………………….they filled me
……………………………………….with children
………….they consoled me
……………………….with compliments
……………………….gave me them
……………………………………………………the way
………….you give a rattle
……………………………………..to a snake
……………………………………………………I shook my beauty.

I declaimed myself
more gorgeous than Diana
sexier than Venus
a better lover than Juno
defiant I strutted
now

I am in flames on my pyre
watching my father
scorch his flesh to join me.

May he be turned to a hawk
and hack at the world’s pity.

How to kill Orpheus

by Rebecca Audra Smith

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Drown his song with stones,
with your own shout.
Grab what comes to hand-
rakes, sod from the earth, hoes.
Taste sweetness in the first blood,
rub it into your hands,
gulp at the oxen’s veins;
bring your pain to the hunt.

Let the stones weep,
Let the oak’s bark creep over your flesh.
Let there be clamour and crimson rock
Let the birds flock to our branching hands.

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You can find more about Richard and Rebecca here:

Richard Biddle

http://writings43.blogspot.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/littledeaths68

Rebecca Audra Smith

http://beccaaudra.wordpress.com/

‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 2/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

16 Jan

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 11

.Featuring:

 Kate Garrett and Karin Heyer

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This guy, Midas

by Kate Garrett

pays two hundred quid
for each of his haircuts –
regular, often,
I could draw out
a calendar by them –
but the real value lies
in the secrets he wants me
to keep.

He sets up businesses.
For example: one sells football
shirts for handbag-sized dogs,
one offers extendable
squeegees. No one knows
how he does it.
It’s like everything he touches
turns to gold.

But I know all about it, and his little
“problem”. He talks
too much, when he says
he likes the feeling
of my fingers
massaging his scalp,
my smooth palms
brushing his ears,
and relaxes back into a loose tongue.

Maybe I’ve never told
a living soul outright,
but some folks
don’t know I’m a hairdresser.
Some people
only know me from that grimy
hole in the wall, the one
with the dim-lit bar downstairs,
where I sometimes sing Midas’s song,

tell truths disguised as cautionary ballads
about the corruption of men,
my saxophonist blowing
a tune across his reed,
while the slit
in my skirt and the curve
of my lashes
keeps them drinking.

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The Love of Gold

by Karin Heyer

The king of Phrygia, Midas,
strolled in his wonderful rose-garden,
just as the flock of stars on high
had faded away.

His thoughts weaving, weaving, weaving

the story of aged Silenus’ return,
their feasting for ten days
and nights on end.

Dionysus, in praise of Midas’ revelry,
did ask what Midas might desire
for a reward…
Without hesitance or reflection
Midas carelessly replied:
‘Grant whatever my person touches
be turned to yellow gold.’
Of all the wishes he could have,
he foolishly chose that! Now,
all manner of things he touched
turned into hard, painful gold!
The water and wine he drank,
the food he ate,
bread and meat,
grew hard as stone!
He learned to fear the stricture of gold
and begged the god for release.
He was told to go down to the river
to heal his soul
and wash away the power of gold,
of gold.
At once he was freed
of the touch of gold,
yet the sands of the river Pactolus
gleam brightly still to this day.

 

You can find more about Kate here:

Kate Garrett

http://www.kategarrettwrites.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/kate_garrett

Karin, as yet, does not have a website, neither is she on Twitter, but you can contact her via @ArtiPeeps or through the contact form on the What’s On page.

 

 

‘Greed and Sorrow’ Swipe 1/5: Transformations Poems (Book 11)

8 Jan

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 11

.Featuring:

 Eleanor Perry and James Knight

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turned to birds

by Eleanor Perry

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Jpeg Turned To A Bird Scanned, Book 11 Nell Perry

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Prime cut

by James Knight

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I don’t like it when they leave the heads on.
I mean it’s not nice, is it.

The idyllic order of the abattoir.
Martha is on stunning and bleeding.
She prefers evisceration.
Still, the work’s ok
and it’s her day off tomorrow.

Deft hands perform their daily ballet.

Mary had a little lamb. LOL

Pink eyes,
white walkways.

From somewhere else,
in the heart of the building:
a man’s voice
…….singing,
..bellowing
………heady words.

We listened for a bit.
He had quite a good voice.
Then Linda gave us one of her looks
and we got back to work.

 
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The first victims were the countless birds,
spellbound by the voice of the singer.

Fingers
pull him apart

chump chop scrap saddle

You’ll notice
there are several conveyor belts,
each carrying a different cut

pink hands
white overalls
a whistled tune

bleached skin
makes bloodless poetry

The trees shed their leaves and,
with bared heads,
mourned his loss.

 
3

meaty cut
from the lower end
of the leg

full of flavour
fall from the bone
forgotten cut

yields a generous amount of meat
will feed……very generously
stripping the cooked meat from the bone
and stewing it in its cooking juices

stretch it further

they lick their fingers
and belch him

 
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sunset
the horizon a bloody bandage

the snake god
the god of clean death
passes in a skull on wheels
whiter than white

humming a dimly remembered tune

 

You can find more about Eleanor and James here:

Eleanor Perry 

http://themusicofbreakages.wordpress.com/

James Knight

http://thebirdking.com/

https://twitter.com/badbadpoet

 

 

‘Depths and Surfaces’ Glance 3/3: Transformations Poems (Book 10)

18 Dec

TRANSFORMATIONS

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

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Poems Inspired by Book 10

.Featuring:

James Knight, Eleanor Perry,

Rebecca Audra Smith

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Orpheus and Eurydice

by James Knight

1

Moonlit clouds
hard as bone

A row of houses
seen from behind,
some trees:
pieces of a stage set

A parked car murmurs
muffled music

Peek inside
through misted glass

She’s under him, twisting

A circle of yellow light moves over them

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Afterwards,
humming a tune,
he sits up, runs a hand
over the back of his neck

That all you got?

He looks back at her
and she looks away;
she’s elsewhere
already

Somewhere else,
in another story:
a timer reaching zero

A curtain of cloud covers the moon.

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Gathering

by Eleanor Perry

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Gathering by Nell Perry Book 11 Snipped

Please click on the poem to enlarge

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Reputation

by Rebecca Audra Smith

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Reputation by Becca Audra Smith Book 10 Snipped

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Please click on the poem to enlarge

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You can find more about James, Eleanor and Rebecca here:

James Knight

http://thebirdking.com/

https://twitter.com/badbadpoet

Eleanor Perry 

http://themusicofbreakages.wordpress.com/

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