Archive for May 20th, 2012

20/05/2012

Ariadne’s Ritual

 

The moon sits by her dancing maze

And spins her thread like spider’s silk.

She speaks of heroes, dreams of death,

And shows the dancers where to tread.

 

The planets one by one step up

And take the thread and dance the maze.

They face the sky and vault him high:

His horns are sharp and stained with blood.

 

The dancers keep a pounding beat,

They feel the earth beneath them groan.

The sky demands his sacrifice:

He tastes the pulse within them flow.

 

The golden crown of Thetis glints.

The moon will weep to feel its weight.

20/05/2012

Four Ages of the Minotaur

 

Around the corner deep within,

Where rocks and flames are drawn to life,

With flint and bone the beast was raised.

In words and fear its lust was craved.

 

In metal times its cave was shame.

Above its world the shields and swords

Could glint and glitter in the sun.

Down there its monstrous form was shunned.

 

Below the glories forged from trade

Its pit became a lead-mill floor.

The monster’s greed stretched out for more:

More lead, more coal, more steam, more blood.

 

And now beneath our nothing age

Its abstract grip grows stronger still.