Posts tagged ‘blood’

28/05/2012

The Minotaur at the Ocean

 

He thought the moor would never end.

He ran until his feet were raw,

Until he left a trail of blood

Congealing, black as caves at night.

 

This freedom broke just like his heart:

It severed joy and shattered veins.

He ran until the hurting ceased,

Until he had no more to give.

 

And there just where the bleeding stopped

The moorland track had turned to grass,

And reached the edge of high sea cliffs.

He stopped and stared into the waves.

 

The ocean heaved and rolled its dead,

The waters grey and thick with lead.

11/03/2012

Wren Days

 

A bursting song, vivacious fire,

Which spreads the word of ancient woods.

Proclaims itself a spirit free,

Declares itself a truth to fear.

 

From caves and webs across the floor,

From moorland crags and river banks,

Between the oak and sycamore,

A god’s crescendo echoed on.

 

Through bloodied winter, huddled fast,

A totem crucified in frost,

And carried dripping through the snows:

The tiny flecks of red on white.

 

The wren: from deity to death

Is energy, is life, is song.