Best Minotaur Poems

Cont'd from Minotaur: Part I

When Theseus arrived in Crete,
he met a lovely maid.
She knew what death awaited him
and hurried to his aid.

She slipped a spool of silky thread
into his hands and said:
"Use this to leave the maze, my friend."
And then the maiden fled.

When Theseus was...

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There was a king in ancient Greece,
and Minos was his name. 
His kingdom was an island — Crete.
Enormous was his fame.

In Athens ruled another king
he too — a mighty one.
And once he was the gracious host
of Minos' only son.

The lad was sent by Athens' king
to...

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In the tunnel, cobweb-stricken and dank, a rat skittered to and fro, hitting his shoe as if drunk. The cockroaches joined in, slicking the floor with a beetle-black sheen. Unable to keep his footing he slid to his knees and, cursing his misfortune, he cried...

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Dead in the center of her heart I found a minotaur. 
Of all things a frigging minotaur. 
I stood puzzled as we locked eyes. 
When I stumbled upon him he was sleep with today's newspaper drenched across his lap. 
He bounced up in full guard....

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In searching for a heart of gold, 
with standards higher than I deserve.
I lost my way.
Lost sight of the truth, what would truly make me happy.
I imagined- the mold, the form she should take and shape it's core. 
The possibility, like a mirror image, 
showing...

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From moon to minotaur
The gospel unwinds
The tangled mass 
In the memorial of our myths.
The woman there seems black to me
I guess she is naked now
In her ivory world of light
It is her silence I admire
For her words have me caused me pain
And stained joy more
Than...

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The dragon and the minotaur are mythological creatures.
They romped and stomped in ancient tales
Of Greece, and Rome, and France, and Wales,
And have kept kids through the ages biting their nails,
But they shared no other features.
A lonely dragon, so the story goes,
Decided the rift was demeaning.
He...

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They are witches on the beach
laughing at their menfolk
finding them wanting
but who is the dark now ?
with gilded wings they flock
like a midnight minotaur
dim of sight
They make their way
through the miers
plundering both Silesian winters
and Sumerian  summers
only wanting to drown
the tulip of hope...

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-For Asterion, who only became a monster because he was treated like one

Throw him in the pit where he belongs, 
Though he was not born naturally evil: no one is.
His mother had raised him with watchful, tender care
And now he longs to hold her hand...

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