A new project for me, When A Minotaur Went Wandering, has given me the chance to experiment with an ancient form – the iambic hexameter. This classical structure, influenced heavily by ancient Greek poetry, has, perhaps ironically, given its strict rules, let my imagination free to roam. Here are a couple of examples.
The light is more than I had dreamed in darkness cold
The thread unfurls and weaves again lost tales retold
I could not breathe in solitude, a monster feared
But can the fates be altered, can my path be cleared?
The curse that locked my soul in shadow now grows old
Oh, freedom – chase me gone and let my truth unfold
The Gods’ Domain
Unshackled, I will wander through the gods’ domain
Undaunted; fearless over my own life to reign
Their temples crumble, hear Olympia grow still
Yet I, the gentle Minotaur, can roam at will
And history and lies can sing their old refrain
No matter: truth, for those who seek, it will remain
Here’s a couple of poems from my latest show: In The Shadows Cast By Trees.
Hänsel and Gretel
Follow the trail, sister and
Will find our way. These monsters
Only the evening shadows of trees.
Is just across the old clearing –
Than half an hour
We’re back, all these crumbs and pebbles
That’s it, Gretel, turn
And keep going. The lamp will be shining in the window
Us to find the way, before the witching hour, in the
Of night. Just hold my hand, sister.
There you are, my little ones,
I knew you would appear
Where the last of the summer was waiting
And I’d wished for sharp colour
To paint this muddy ground
You were still sleeping when
I passed this way before
With a spring in my step and impatience
For all that lay before me
And a full smile for all my lovers
Was it real or was it a story
Told to give light to darkness?
For winter was a distant horizon
Easy, back then, to ignore
Eyes fixed on my own hands in front of me
In all those wide days of plenty
Small beauties were overshadowed
But the autumn knows: it is fleeting,
And your own precious petals with it
Shall wither and stoop and fall
Here is one of my “Podoku” poems, taken from my recent exhibition, as part of the international 100 Days project. These poems are structured using the Sudoku form, in a 9×9 grid, no words repeated in any horizontal or vertical line, nor in any little box. It was a challenge and a delight to do these 100 little poems: the strict form let little bits of magic fall into the lines and unexpected ideas appear. See what you think of this one – click on the image to see it clearly.