the river
flooded
washed
through the labyrinth
we carried
stones from the river bank
made it
from the centre out
she found
the pattern in an old bookshop
the pages
opened at a maze
the labyrinth of Crete
the labyrinth of Crete
we measured
it with string
made it
from the centre out
walked
barefoot, eyes closed
toe to heel,
palms to sky
in and out
the goddess
at the gate
called us
the river
flooded
washed through the labyrinth
we made it from the centre out
I love that final line. Beautiful poem. I really enjoyed the long, sinuous, unbroken sentence of it. Just like a labyrinth. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sinuous (Lisa's word) and echoing the labyrinth. I walked one recently in Cenntennial Park, Sydney. Thank you for this one Sarah.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely. I like labyrinths, and I like the way you built this poem step by step as you did the labyrinth, and the important reminders that you 'made it from the centre out'.
ReplyDeleteThat is gorgeous Sarah. Must be a great experience to MAKE a labyrinth - I felt the beautiful weight of the stones.
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