Posts tagged ‘lead’

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.

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18/05/2012

The Seam

 

The seam runs through the field, beneath

The wall, beneath the house, beneath

The fear of darkness and of loss.

The seam is deep and rich and wide.

 

Around the Earth, throughout our time

The seam is dredged and scraped and blown.

The fires it lights explode the night.

The dressing floors are never still.

 

Beneath the moor the tunnelling spins,

Beneath the wilds made wilder still,

Beneath the need to feed the fires,

The need to feed the landlord’s will.

 

It merges, weights and drags us down,

Malformed we’re trapped: part beast, part god.

15/05/2012

The Minotaur Ritual

 

Up from the sickly flowers of lead –

Whose blueish petals pale and drooped

Are soaked in black and matted blood –

The horns of consecration rise.

 

A liminal state of recompense

For ancient slights in sacrifice:

A creature born to neither form

Is left to wander through the dark.

 

Galena glints and burns within.

The furnace tipped towards the south,

And molten metal flows through time:

The monster slips between two states.

 

The flowers are gathered up and crushed.

Amongst the mines a new bull reigns.

13/05/2012

The Keeper Above

 

Across the moors in evening mist

The keeper drifts by candlelight.

His coat as dark as sodden peat,

His eyes as empty as the stars.

 

The burning fires around the works

Can’t drown the moans from deep below.

The keeper traces Saturn’s path,

And whispers soft protection prayers.

 

He walks on by the shattered men.

Unseen his candle flickers on.

Three thousand years and more he’s been

The keeper of the fear beneath.

 

He looks at Taurus through the mist,

Its horns are hidden, the moans are stilled.

02/05/2012

Sacrifice to the Minotaur

 

The linnets gather on the ling

And watch the knitting party pass.

Another morning thick with dust,

The men and women click and cough.

 

The ponies start their circling trudge.

A pipit rises then is lost.

The children gather at the pit:

One spits his blood into the sedge.

 

And from within the moaning starts,

A roar so deep the slagheap shifts.

The children by the ladder shake.

The knitting party help them down.

 

Their sacrifice will never still

The Minotaur’s half-human lust.

29/04/2012

Grassington Minotaur (I)

 

They saw the beast and not the man,

Forever circling: hooves and feet.

And lowered down and round and deep

They heard the moans and not the grief.

 

They sucked the poisons from below,

The core of earth, the heart of rock,

The seams of endless, twisting stone.

They opened sluices, stoked the fires.

 

They built their world to last through time

On lungs of arsenic, fields of lead.

And in the galleries, banks and schools

They built their wall around the dead.

 

But now within the maze of mines,

The beast and man as one arise.