Posts tagged ‘questions’

21/06/2013

Creatures Beyond

 

Beyond the dramas of the town,

Outside the battleground of now,

The creatures, barely human, form

And question our complacent ways,

 

By simply being with the hum,

And spinning through the forest lanes.

By breaking and remaking whole,

By calling all the creatures home.

 

They nest their fictions in the earth,

Lay naked all their tales and truths.

They slip – revolting – from our grasp.

They drip – as fungus – from our pasts.

 

And bloated, we build roads and walls

And so much noise we drown their moans.

 

 

11/06/2012

Epitaph

 

Outside the time of human facts

The dead come calling from the swamps.

The birds and butterflies don’t change.

The rocks once cast and carved remain.

 

The fears and sorrows flow like springs,

All down the ages stay the same.

And yours and mine are never lost:

They’ve found their place and blow like dust.

 

And these emotions, streams and hills

Are flesh beneath our shifting skin,

Are sight behind our blinking lids,

Are answers lost to truths and gods.

 

The swamps are deep and thick with snakes,

It’s there – in peace – we lose our hopes.

24/05/2012

These Minotaurs

 

These Minotaurs: the lost and sad,

The broken bodied, buried, burnt.

These fragments of the tales and fears

Are scattered over ancients’ seas.

 

These Minotaurs: so full of pride,

Of lust, of frail and short-lived reign.

These horrors spawned which rise and hate

And tear the spirit from the heart.

 

These Minotaurs: the innocent

Chthonic children, bursting free.

The gods of tunnels, formed and planned.

The gods of monsters yet to be.

 

These Minotaurs which question us.

These Minotaurs betrayed by us.

 

21/05/2012

Grassington Minotaur III

 

From off the moors I’ve heard your moans,

And seen the blood stains on the stones,

The howl of fearful winter storms:

Above the doors I’ve seen the charms.

 

But were you ever any more

Than breath exhaled in voiceless awe?

A thought which lingered on too long,

And left the anguish clinging on?

 

And did you taste the cavern’s air:

The dampness, rock and trapped despair?

Your monstrous counting of the space:

The skeletal wrecks through which you pace.

 

And did the living curse your name,

And weep as lovers fed your shame?