I’ve traveled to the shores of the seven seas
Running as swift as the swiftest breeze
I’ve traveled the woodlands cool and deep
And passed by the glades where fairies sleep
Beheld the mighty realms of famous Greece
And the lands of Jason, and the Golden Fleece
Through the labyrinth of time and space
I’ve voyaged and seen many a time and place
Through gilded wheat fields, alone I’ve run
Basking in the glow of the summer’s sun
Yet when mankind draws on nigh
On swift hoof I’m forced to fly
Into the deeping shadows of the wood
Unable to face what I know I could
Yet it is not fear that causes my flight
Not of keen arrows or swords sharp and bright
Rather ‘tis the fear of others from which I flee
The fear they hold for one such as me
I’ve grown tired of their loathing and hate
And yet no matter my attempts it will not abate
They fear and loath me with all their heart
And so for my strange form, I’m made outcast, apart
And though I have journeyed long and far
I’ve yet to find one who doesn’t fear me; the Minotaur
Running as swift as the swiftest breeze
I’ve traveled the woodlands cool and deep
And passed by the glades where fairies sleep
Beheld the mighty realms of famous Greece
And the lands of Jason, and the Golden Fleece
Through the labyrinth of time and space
I’ve voyaged and seen many a time and place
Through gilded wheat fields, alone I’ve run
Basking in the glow of the summer’s sun
Yet when mankind draws on nigh
On swift hoof I’m forced to fly
Into the deeping shadows of the wood
Unable to face what I know I could
Yet it is not fear that causes my flight
Not of keen arrows or swords sharp and bright
Rather ‘tis the fear of others from which I flee
The fear they hold for one such as me
I’ve grown tired of their loathing and hate
And yet no matter my attempts it will not abate
They fear and loath me with all their heart
And so for my strange form, I’m made outcast, apart
And though I have journeyed long and far
I’ve yet to find one who doesn’t fear me; the Minotaur
Author notes
Um, okay, basically in the actual origional myth, the minotaur refered to one individual beast, but since it has been portrayed in many stories as a race of creatures and thats why i decided to do the poem the way i did (not adhereing strictly to the origional myth)
A contest entry
- Sirens, Elves, Gods, and Legends (round three) by Luthien Luinwe.
500 points, ended April 16, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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bravo
I liked this poem a whole bunch...the first four lines were sensationa! bravo...bravo...
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a very well written poem, very sad, made me feel sorry for the minotaur; the beast that has been condemned so many times in history as a terrible creature
a great write, best of luck in the contest
forever
lucy

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Great write! It kept me guessing until the end. Love the descriptions and imagery!
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Wonderful setting,pace,and details. I love your choice of mythical creature too. One line-
"And yet no matter my attempts it will not abate"
Could use a couple of commas to help wit emphasis.
My favorite line "And so for my strange form, I’m made outcast, apart" Good luck to you with this!
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great work C! just one nitpick... I thought you didn't like this form! with the two line stanzas.... at least thats what you've been telling those who have entered your contests.... little hypocrite!
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:p
none of your business!
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Excellent
I really enjoyed your poem, the writing is terrific however I felt that the third stanza was a little awkward. I really love mythological poems and I felt you did a good job with them here.
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thanx, i'll try to amend the third stanza so it flows better!
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