How did it feel, Oedipus,
to desecrate flesh
that made you,
to see the gods had left you
cowering, broke and alone.
And was it but painful, Oedipus,
to force yourself into blindness
maternal pins bringing one, sole kindness;
taking views
of this curtain-raised world.
Fathers arms, Mothers laugh,
lend day a touch of bittersweet
as kings and fools and gods and men
fall hard against the earth.
I would've held you in my arms.
weeping.
Comments
you are a visionary
who gives life to imagery
what a wonderful view
you give and so true
Hello,
Enjoyed your poem this morning, read it
twice and liked it more the second read.
I did feel the character need not be mentioned
twice, in fact maybe take out the first one, or both
and drop it in closer to the end (just a suggestion).
love the old myths, your title drew me
right in.
thanks for sharing with us.
You know you are very, very good, don't you, Nick?
Perhaps strangely the line-
"of this curtain-raised world."
was the most profound to me.
In the spirit of poetic compression of meaning it opened to me the vistas of all human poetry and drama from the Greek tragedies through Shakespeare's "all the world's a stage" to Larkin's "This Be The Verse".
I agree with Richard about losing Oedipus' name once.
Fucking splendid little brother (I hope you don't mind me calling you that).
Don't mind at all. I'm kind-of speechless...
By the feedback. Writing is one of the only things I've really stuck with over the long-term and I feel like it's a part of who I am and comments like this are invaluably encouraging so thank you, and I'll take out the name and hopefully have a fairly polished piece.
Nicholas.