The Minotaur Waits

 

The mystery ends when life ends

When eyes can see beyond this light

When fields are mountains, seas and skies:

A labyrinth of passing states.

 

The limestone springs which burst from cliffs,

The hawks and snakes which flow like streams,

The towns which grow and crumble back,

And through them all the binding thread.

 

Beneath a slope of sage in bloom

The monster licks his face and stares

Into the darkness of his lair.

He waits to take another life.

 

As all the other creatures here

He ties the strands of many fears.

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One Comment to “The Minotaur Waits”

  1. I have trouble with my video feed sometimes but this poem reminded me of Durrell. But apart from that I think your writing is so full of life and the dark qualities that rise up from theland. I look forward to being ableto have time to search through yourt archives.>KB

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