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‘Ends and Beginnings’ Circle 3/4: Transformations Poems (Book 15)

14 May

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 15

.Featuring:

James Knight and Eleanor Perry

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 The Assassination and Transfigeration of Julius Caesar

-a mannequin ballet

by James Knight

Book 15 James

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an unwrap in flux

by Eleanor Perry

An Unwrap in Flux by Nell Perry Book 15

 

 

 

 

You can find more about James here:

http://thebirdking.com/

https://twitter.com/badbadpoet

 

You can find more about Nell here:

 https://twitter.com/nellperry

http://themusicofbreakages.wordpress.com/

 

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14 Poets, 15 artists, 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

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‘Ends and Beginnings’ Circle 2/4: Transformations Poems (Book 15)

6 May

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 15

.Featuring:

Rebecca Audra Smith and Nat Hall

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Vivam

by Rebecca Audra Smith

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I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters
I turn all I see into stone

applause achelordes aegina aeolia virgo

pages turn
words sink
coral hardens

bind byblis

I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters
pages turn

chalciope chariclo cornix creak

birds are calling
they have men
hidden deep in their chests

deoia dercetis dymantis dour

I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters
the poet shall live

egeria erigone eriays eerie

birds sing
they are of the flesh
of the books of Ovid

hebe hecate hecuba helle hyale hail

I turn all I see into stone
I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters

illithyia ire

Aurora has been weeping
for her children again
sky bitter lemon stained

latois latona laugh

planets turn
I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters

menthe mestra muse

heron claps
it’s wings
over ruins

nyeteis nyctimene nestle

I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters
the poet shall live

ocyrhoe ophias open

they can tell you
the story of every rock
they can tell sorrows
fit to freeze

pasiphae perimele philomela pyrrha poignant

I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters
I turn all I see into stone

rhanis rustle

have you seen the bees
born of bull’s carcass?
have you seen the frogs
born of mud?

scylla semele semiramis smilax speak

pages turn
I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters

telethusa tellus tale

we take
to the skies
to crow stories

venilia vesta veer

I cut off my hair
cast it into the waters
pages turn
the poet shall live

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Pebbles don’t lie

by Nat Hall

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They may wander from coast to coast,
turn chameleon or
magpie,
deep
inside
ink from
poets’ hands,
blood from
mortals,
turn black to white;

deeper inside
the great galactic placenta,
home of stardust, rocks & comets,
where gods can feed
freely from
dreams,
minds
from
scholars,
heavers of
wisdom, theorems,
and hear their own stories alive,
as they emerge from a
parallel universe.

Now feel
perpetual state of flux –

fire,
water, air
around earth,
polished stones,
shammy-leathered
verse,
prophetic as city builders,
metamorphic in cosmic wombs.

And if you think I’m a liar,
come walk with me
on edge of
tide;
you too
will collect your pebbles
somewhere along
the wheel of
life.

Pythagoras was a
genius.

© Nat Hall 2014

 

You can find more about Rebecca here:

http://beccaaudra.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/BeccaAudra

 

You can find more about Nat here:

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

https://twitter.com/nordicblackbird

 

 

Tomorrow we’ll be sharing Ben Cooper’s last FreeSpace with ArtiPeeps. Thank you, as always, for your interest.

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BE THERE AT THE START AND HELP US MAKE THE VIRTUAL REAL

14 Poets, 15 artists, 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

Do take a look.

Transformations Kickstarter Campaign:

http://kck.st/1i2e721

Campaign Video:

http://goo.gl/khucJx

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‘Ends and Beginnings’ Circle 1/4: Transformations Poems (Book 15)

1 May

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 15

.Featuring:

Greg Mackie and Carol Robson

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HOPE AND DEFIANCE

by Greg Mackie Book 15

 

Her father died down the pit,
and her mother, bitter,
threw plates and angry words.

This was her history –
the filter through which
we sought to understand her,
and by extension, ourselves.

And though I may sit here,
cynical and tired, 
and claim that the chains of destiny
are as fragile
as the chains of an aging mineshaft lift –
I don’t truly believe that.

The chains of our destiny
were forged with hope and defiance:
we survived wars and accidents and disease,
we walked on mud tracks and tarmac and the thin dust of the moon;
we built a world in our image – 
brave and bold and beautiful and ugly and stark and cruel and tender.

And though I may sit here,
cynical and tired, 
I look inside myself
and see the values that she passed on.

“People are good.”

“Everybody is equal.”

“Nothing is worth more
than a human life.”

There are days,
everything contradicts this –

Ideas may be indestructible,
but values melt in the sun,
and so we encapsulate them in legends,
pass them down through the generations,
bestow them an eternity,
in the company of men and gods and wolves and snakes.

And though I may sit here,
cynical and tired, 
I open a book,
a poem of transformations,
and the very last line,
the very last thought,
a declaration,
of hope and defiance –

“I will live!”

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 Veggie

(Pythagoras)

by Carol Robson

 

In thy mathematical mind
that strains beyond calculus
in theorem of life
that shall not be taken
for the sustenance of another.

All life be precious
for blessed reincarnation
for all life’s creatures
as in human life we wish
to return in form,
of whatever is blessed.

We should not feast on the beast
that perchance you devour
a relative or friend
that passed and returned,
in true transmigration of soul.

Our perfect abstention,
from feasting on another life,
to only feed on mother earth’s bounty
that sustains us in body and soul
that keeps us in harmony for reincarnation,
for continuation of our soul transmigration.

© Carol Robson 2014

 

You can find more about Greg here:

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

 

You can find more about Carol here:

https://twitter.com/Chakracaz

http://carolrobson.com/

 

Tomorrow we’ll be sharing another Weekend Showcase featuring artist Jack Morris
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Thank you for your interest.

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BE THERE AT THE START AND HELP US MAKE THE VIRTUAL REAL

14 Poets, 15 artists, 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

Do take a look.

Transformations Kickstarter Campaign:

http://kck.st/1i2e721

Campaign Video:

http://goo.gl/khucJx

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‘Monsters and Rites’ Scratch 4/4: Transformations Poems (Book 14)

25 Apr

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 14

.Featuring:

Nat Hall

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Glaucus and Syclla Book 14

Glaucus and Syclla

 

Syclla

 

Au dire du
désir et l’oracle,
à l’encre
bleue,
algue, indigo,
je te dessine dans un
arcane, toi, svelte
Syclla,
nymphe à la chevelure océanne.
#transformations
Listen to
lust & oracle –
in blue,
sea weedy, indigo,
I sketch you in
an arcanum,
slender
Syclla,
you, the nymph with
warm ocean’s
hair.

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You can find more about Nat here:

https://twitter.com/nordicblackbird

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

 

Nat’s poem Syclla is the last poem from Book 14 as we now head into the last book of Metamorphoses and to the deification of Caesar Augustus.  The last month of this season will be sprinkled with the Transformers poetry on Book 15.  
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Have a good weekend-all. 

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BE THERE AT THE START AND HELP US MAKE THE VIRTUAL REAL

14 Poets, 15 artists, 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamoprphoses

Do take a look.

Transformations Kickstarter Campaign:

http://kck.st/1i2e721

Campaign Video:

http://goo.gl/khucJx

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‘Monsters and Rites’ Scratch 3/4: Transformations Poems (Book 14)

14 Apr

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

__________________

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

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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

http://thebirdking.com/

https://twitter.com/badbadpoet

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Tomorrow  you will find the second of our ‘Supporting Mental Health’ Anxiety and Release Collaborations featuring poet Rod Kok and artist Heather Burns. Definitely worth a look! Thank you, as ever, for your interest.
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‘Monsters and Rites’ Scratch 2/4: Transformations Poems (Book 14)

10 Apr

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 14

.Featuring:

Richard Biddle and Eleanor Perry

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A Spell

by Richard Biddle

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A Spell

 Please click for bigger image.

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Seventh

by Eleanor Perry

Seventh by Nell Perry Book 14

 

You can find more about Richard and Eleanor here:

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Richard Biddle

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Eleanor Perry

http://www.zonepoetrymagazine.com/

https://twitter.com/nellperry

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Tomorrow our  Weekend Showcase will feature poet Stephanie Brennan. Thank you, as ever, for your interest.
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‘Monsters and Rites’ Scratch 1/4: Transformations Poems (Book 14)

3 Apr

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 14

.Featuring:

Adam Wimbush and Rebecca Audra Smith

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Sniffing the Art Frost

by Adam Wimbush

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In an orbital temple given to a goddess
She raised them, inspired them.
And in thine honour metamorphed them, but
She had learnt to hate cycles.

Ploughing their last great-hearted incantations,
Scylla and mutual friends greeted my mind,
To ask of those eyes framed with wrinkles,
Those deep wells filled with spells and herbs.

Said I “Crave no cure for beast splicing.
To delirium. That is where I circle pray.
I come to vent her rage.”
Years dropped like feather bombs.

Nor perhaps my wounds; Skin Trophys,
From burgaling the Gods.
I found new unexpectedness.
I was loved and pleased, and,
Like incense burning we slipped into old age.
Our magic like a mist obscuring the soul.

….

With many a frenzy, horror filled me bristles.
Call Moly; a white bloom with a tough wide snout,
Fell over my heads as I watched
Belching chieftains from the main hills.
Anti-fates was back. Rising cautiously.
As the waves feared the bright sun.
It told of how scents ruled the air.

Keep well away from her erogenous zones,
For who really knows the earth?
As we pad ungratefully upon her crust.

But my thoughts wagged like excited puppy tails.
There were tons of changes, but,
I lacked the great bloody gobbets and thought flecks,
For I was born among the flux.
I felt the weight of the universe,
As I slithered in me roots.

I say all this mixed up from wine.
She is woven with plant cells,
from wood nymphs, shores and more.

No? They were our epic ripples too.

……

The worst was westward way.
Muses for the nymphs fair course.
Then gathering a glittering camp,
She rushed her smouldering charge of electricity,
She intertwined twice and twice she tamed the wild prey.

Leaping nimbly from ancient text,
We found her snaking within the long rivers of his veins,
My foam flecked woman.
And only the mad could tell the tale,
Of fostering Venus, who when a horse,
Favoured my passion shapes.

Black out. Lights burnt out.
Then eastward where lofty beasts are slow meat,
They are claimed by ghostly swarms instead.
Picks turn over the soil of fear.
As I recalled I was nowhere, nothing happened.

Now accept us.

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Many deserve her anger.
She replaced her wings and mimicked oceans.

Together tossed in the sound storm,
I drove the lusty ship to the end.
The last kiss from her smiling scythe like lips.

Remember we are both ends of the light beam.
We wear the perfume of science.
Farm the pastures of conflicts.

In short we are all lost in the webbed heaven of ideas,
And all the ancient apples and bitter berries of Eden
Cannot disguise this disguise.

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Glaucus and Scylla

by Rebecca Audra Smith

‘Sooner than my love will change, leaves will grow on the waters,

and sea-weed will grow on the hills.’

Sooner than my love will change
pigs will fly,
men turn to pigs,
fish marry birds.
You will speak in the tongue
of transformed animals.
You will bay and hoot
and snort.

My love will not grapple
as Peleus and Thetis did.
Her shape rolling and tearing
and mutating.
My love will be rock steady,
as steady as Scylla,
monsters deep in the water,
stone gripping her veins.

 

You can find more about Adam and Rebecca here:

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Adam Wimbush

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Rebecca Audra Smith

http://beccaaudra.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/BeccaAudra

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Tomorrow our  Weekend Showcase, will feature Wood Sculptor Mark Crawley. Thank you, as ever,  for your interest.
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‘Fates and Forces’ Wave 4/4: Transformations Poems (Book 13)

26 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:

Karin Heyer and Eleanor Perry

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Hecuba’s Pain

by Karin Heyer

The last king of Troy weeps
aged, war-worn,
mourning many sons and daughters,
King Priam weary, weary
of protracted war,
killing hope and potential.
Captured are Troy’s lofty dreams,
the fate of Troy sealed,
guaranteed its fall…

On both sides in a war
mothers mourn.
No way to heal her hurt,
unhinged Hecuba, raging lioness
prowls the road:
howling, haunted in her loss
of all
her children!
Unable to comprehend
the tragedy of ceaseless murder
and sacrifice,
her mind gives way,
forever.

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the colour of a river

by Eleanor Perry

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the colour of a river by Eleanor Perry

 

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You can find more about Eleanor here:

 http://themusicofbreakages.wordpress.com/

http://www.zonepoetrymagazine.com/

https://twitter.com/nellperry

 

Karin, as yet, does not have a website. However you can contact her via ArtiPeeps.

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Tomorrow we’ll be posting out the second instalment of our ‘Hot Potato’ Initiative. 6 writers creating 1 short story over 12 weeks. If you missed out on the first instalment by Steve Harris you can see it here.
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As ever, thank you for your interest.
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‘Fates and Forces’ Wave 3/4: Transformations Poems (Book 13)

20 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

__________________

Poems Inspired by Book 13

.Featuring:

Richard Biddle

Transform(ed)

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The unearthly round mysteries address us now upon shores where we fist our pockets with running battles over spent matches.Tongue the rival’s sex without any insecurity. No being secures the famous juice on the budded realm of my sensitive muscle.

This being refused, only their arms are needed for the service, severed from their bodies by the only real moving blade. There is no heart rate, neither a daughter nor son for my own return of my children. Then rock a horse not a chair, see the fire on its own reaching me. The flames return to my arms, there is no spirit for the world of the miserable.

That we may rob a new flower or be seen to have finished our thievery of rose in every manner.

There, in the rise, as if no words could scarcely be, a fact of related meaning to my instinct. The relative and the no shape are so far for the letters of the reserves mighty function. They took what they reckon they needed and nothing ships filled the back of his refused mind. The return and no showing fed off their refused, locally made anagrams.

Take our rogue dreams away for no two are the same or come from there or reveal more. To be returned and to know now should fate turn on this received wisdom like my mood. Their result is a thing that now shoulders us, for here we are of and can receive, moreover, understand.

The open realise we are not supposing false ideas of lazy rigours between my lines. Thought results as a brain nurses its still imagination like fortune’s lost or of layers revealed in the midst of the mayhem. The forgotten remember to allow themselves not to snatch at murmurings from their own ranks or my improvisations.

The rewards are not strength enough for the other right in front of me that rows as I am now by the side from the hidden alphabet or the mortal remains of me. The result is that the arms not snatched or forced out, record who is murdered. Their raging altar is now snapped for favourable photographs of roofs of money. As to the remaining arms, not capable of seeing, they are fixed on the ransom mother.

The restrained and the number suffered a fate of royal pardon most heinous. The remains and the now should be feared. As our energy runs out my tattered and torn remain. Am I not scattering foreign nonsense upon the once upon a time rock mounting?

Then revenge is a joker not a scoundrel for the over confident rage mouth. Too far gone to be remembering as no sorrow is called for on this rosy morning. The right is left and a nodded smoke fogs on, resembling the made. The remembering is a name for the sun fight of which reeking is made. Their times to remember are no shape and the final of the removed mother. The rocky is a name for the sacrificial that stems from origin, from the moved.

Three run and the north stars are a fleet of reached and many. Them are the ruthless and nymph sisters fingers tap on the one reason mother. The rake and the spade are never placed on the single forehead or the returning mountain. The rock and the paper are not the same as the fiercer ocean, you will not regret me. The roaming are seeing the need to see for the offspring of rennet make eyes.

Those who raise assuredly are not sheep fleece on or from the rejecting mine, though we realise, as the never suspecting fled, that it was neither us or the rock that was massive. To create redness at the name we stopped putting it in, for out is more recently seen as might, till we reached a nearby voice that spoke to the fierce of the realm in myself.

The received and the nature of sin come flowing over as we remember the mind.

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You can find more about Richard here:

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

https://twitter.com/littledeaths68

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Tomorrow you’ll find Weekend Showcase, featuring writer Shirley Golden and a short story she has written. Thank you for your interest.
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‘Fates and Forces’ Wave 2/4: Transformations Poems (Book 13)

15 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

__________________

Poems Inspired by Book 13

.Featuring:

James Knight and Nat Hall

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13 broken pieces of id

by James Knight

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1

The leaders took their seats, and the common

……….scowled and shook his fist.

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2

……to do battle with him.

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exulting in…………………. bloodshed and slaughter.

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3

……..consider the good of the state.

..consider the killing

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those who had participated in the robbery under his leadership

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4

……we fought in the field

………..digging a trench round their fortifications,

…….deceived by a dream

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attack the leaders with…….words

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my words.

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5

…..and killed

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beneath the city walls

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6

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…..these weapons

you need me to direct your thinking

….I am superior to you

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………….The blade

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7

unhappy wife
lost even her

was in flames

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women………… embraced the statues

..kissed

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……..dragged her

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8

The girl
..was snatched

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she did not forget herself
….his eyes fixed on her face

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My only wish is that my death could be concealed from

………..hands

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9

…..give back my body

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the knife
…….wife

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fell

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10

she made her way to the shore

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………

……….the sea

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….body, washed up on the beach

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11

smooth……….. words

captive women

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uttered barks instead of words.

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howl

……….poor queen

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12

……….black smoke darkened

…..black ash

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……beaks and hooked claws

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13

…………….flames

he saw me, lying with

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………….sea lay before her

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…..waters churned over my head

I found myself

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Trojan-Tragic-Transformations

by Nat Hall

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1. bellissima belligerence

in a city,
not just a toy,
but wooden horse
to set alight, night, scarlet
red;
gullible gods
clashed like titans,
………….blade against blade,
shields against swords
until all walls
washed off their lust
and turn their helmets into
rust

                                …………..

………………………2. tragédie grecque

………………………………………Fallable
………………………………………Anger inside flames
……………………………………...Languid metal to slash your angst
………………………………………Listen to woman’s own burden
…………………………………Out of your death
………………………Fall on deaf dust
…………………Turn your tears into icy blades
…………… Ragged, broken jaw so canine
……… Or turn turtle doves into wine
Yearn for feathers from his pyre.

 

© Nat Hall 2014


You can find more about James and Nat here:

James Knight

http://thebirdking.com/

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Nat Hall
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