strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis
take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride
hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire
dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied
Categories:
minotaur, analogy, animal, beauty, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
There’s something in our entrails knows this dread.
You hear it scratching – that’s alarm enough.
That snorting half-suppressed, that flagstone scuffed,
a passing shadow of a massive head,
and we scent darkness, dark beyond the dead.
It hovers like Unreason. Does it know?
Canals of self-containment overflow,
like wits’ weak walls, at that approaching tread.
Our fingers, feeling for that flimsy thread,
Seem senseless, unresponsive: can’t perform
the simplest act. No order now, no norm.
The Void insists. The Hunger will be fed.
With locusts of the Labyrinth in swarm,
the mitochondria of Panic sprout and spread.
Categories:
minotaur, horror,
Form: Sonnet
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 thought it high time they both along,
And tried forging a bond between them.
But minotaurs, it seems, are bull-headed and mean,
And this one quipped he would never be seen
With someone whose skin was so scaly and green,
And whose breath was so fetid and foul and obscene.
The poor dragon blushed,
He turned red,
He turned blue,
Then he started to stutter, and stammer, and stew,
Which made the minotaur chortle, and bellow, and scoff,
Which at first startled the dragon,
Then just plain pissed him off,
And the very last thing the minotaur knew
Was the savory aroma of barbeque.
Moral:
A friend is the very preciousest thing,
And well worth the effort to get him.
So if a dragon should offer to be your best friend,
It's in your best interest to let him.
Categories:
minotaur, humor,
Form: Light Verse
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
Categories:
minotaur, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
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.
Me being me I asked him for simple directions.
Telling him that I thought I was lost.
I planned on seeing heart shapes maybe a butterfly or two.
A big bunny shape thing or two but you, just wow.
He grinned slightly and said yeah that's the first time I've heard that one.
One step further, I added.
I take it from the amount of drool on the side of your lip you've been sleep for quite a while.
Now I don't mean to intrude on your guarding the labyrinth thing but,
How about you let me bum a smoke and we'll talk about it at the nearest dinner.
After all who can be mad over breakfast
Categories:
minotaur, black african american, fun,
Form: Free verse
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 out loud,"where the hell am I? God rid me of this mess!" as the roaches covered him with a shroud of wriggling toes and waggling antennae. He staggered to his feet, brushing off the bugs, and placed his hands flat against the wall, feeling his way to the only source of light, a flickering candle on a mat, sticky with melted wax. The light brought into view a huge oaken door. He could barely pull the door ajar, and when he did, he caught a sign thereon which read, 'Beware all ye who enter here.' "Aaargh!" he groaned, "what the hell have I gotten myself into now."
...to be continued
Categories:
minotaur, fantasy,
Form: Verse