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“The Church of Pasiphaë”



inside the church of me
a heart on fire blazes brighter 
than any morning star you could capture 
to wish a life away, a Lawrence forest ripped,
lit like a funeral pyre I wish I may I wish I might
caught up in your burning man dreams 
you bow before my temple night and day
to worship like an eremite all the numbers of me
chide me now with your ample laughter 
ripening your lips, warmed wet to caress my mind 
whisper traces of your visions slowly down
along the spine of my story where quills watch
and listen to the crackling in our eyes
before me your genuflection to the stoking of fire
the smouldering velvet diadem
I have burned the brightest for you 
calling all that is love to consume me 
Daedalus knew me well, he drew me 
in his mind all my curves winding
I was never that which was caged 
caught up in it all

but not at all 
what you were expecting

I was centrifugal, inside me, some other;

some other creature one might hazard
in a dark dream, a monster walked out,
towards you, questioning your mind 
more than desire, more than 
light striking electric rods 
to defibrillate a heart waning 
in the deepest dark night’s daze,
I had burnt the worst of it,
you, I considered, sacrificial

Here I stand ablaze
Pasiphaë holding 
both bright stars 
in my two hands

weighing each 
the other's demands

valuing more,
my true worth 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)





"Fountains on Fire"/Elysian Fields
https://youtu.be/c6rHreVBpU0







'Draw your knowledge of the past from me 
and read the ancient tales of learned lore. 
Look neither at the page of Homer, 
nor of elegy, nor tragic muse, nor epic strain. 
Seek not the vaunted verse of the cycle; 
but look in me and you will find in me 
all that the world contains'. 
Photios I of Constantinople
Bibliotheca (Pseudo-Apollodorus)




“This is what I believe: That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods
come forth from the forest
into the clearing of my known self,
and then go back. 
That I must have courage 
to let them come and go. 
That I will never let mankind 
put anything over me,
but that I will always try 
to recognize and submit
to the gods in me 
and the gods in other 
men and women.
There is my creed.”
D.H. Lawrence



“Beauty is truth, truth beauty - 
that is all 
Ye know on earth, and all 
you need to know”
John Keats








Daedalus 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daedalus
labyrinth
Pasiphaë 



Pasiphaë 
https://www.greeklegendsandmyths.com/pasiphae.html



D.H. Lawrence 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence



John Keats 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bright_star,_would_I_were_stedfast_as_thou_art








LYRICS/"Fountains on Fire"/Elysian Fields, Jennifer Charles
https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-fountains-on-fire-lyrics
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