Monday, April 09, 2007

NaPoWriMo #7

Today's prompt: "leather"

(I have been reading Miroslav Holub's wonderful series of poems "The Minotaur")

The Minotaur to Theseus

Never trust a woman.
You don't need her magic
ball of thread. She wants it to entangle you,
not to guide you. Just keep your head,
and your left hand on the wall,
or your right, it doesn't matter,
as long as you're consistent.
Reverse hands, and you'll find your way
back out. I don't know why
I'm telling you this, since it will lead
to my death, most likely.
I'm not the monster they make me out
to be. No danger to anyone
bold enough to do anything
but cower in a trembling heap.
Just because I'm big and ugly, doesn't mean
I wouldn't be kind to old women
and small children, given half a chance.
The roaring? In another century
it will be motor bikes. I'm just another boy
trying to be a man, wearing a leather jacket
and trying to look tough.

2 comments:

split ends said...

Rocking poem. What a unique use of voice. Theseus was one of my favorite characters in Greek mythology, and I really enjoyed your spin on this part of the story.

leonie (chocolate covered musings) said...

oooh, i like it - made me all tingley. really enjoying your poetry this month :)