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Friday, December 5, 2008

Perdix Tells the Tale

[Grandpa's note: I was going to post about how I write a poem and share a poem in progres with you. But S and I are going to dinner and then the symphony tonight with our niece to see and hear "Gospel Christmas" with the Atlanta Symphony Orhestra & Gospel Choir. I ran out of time to get the post ready, so I'll try to post it sometime next week. ]

I’ll tell you how it all began. This man,
Named Daedalaus, could build you anything
You asked. One day, the king calls up and says
His wife has slept with a bull. He doesn’t mean
A stud who’s hung just like a bull. He means
A bull. And then this lady has a kid,
A monster kid who looks a little like
A man but looks a lot more like a bull.

The king tells Daedulus he wants the kid
To be put away. The people talk, he says,
And it’s embarrassing. So Daedulus,
Who’s got some time, says sure, he’ll take the job
And comes and builds a super maze. I mean
This puzzle’s worthy of the New York Times,
And even if you made it all the way
Inside, you’d never find your way back out.

Right in the middle of this maze, the king
Sticks his wife’s bastard kid. Now why he kept
The freak alive and simply didn’t drown
It I can’t say. But kings do what they want.
And you and I can only shake our heads
And pay the taxman what he says we owe.
And what a debt this king collected. He
Demanded neighbor’s kids to feed his beast.

But bless the Lord for heroes. Theseus,
Who’s tired of all this crap, decides that he
Can get a reputation if he finds
Some way to make the tributes stop. He says
He’ll kill the kid and get away before
The king gets wise. But first, he needs some help
To figure out the maze, and so he woos
The king’s daughter who tells him what to do.

They pull it off. They get away. The king
Gets pissed. He snatches Daeadulus and grabs
His kid, whose name was Icarus, and locks
Them up in jail and throws away the key.
This isn’t good, ‘cause Daedalus lives by
His reputation and he knows how quick
The crowd forgets a man who’s out of sight.
So Daedalus has got to make some plans.

The trouble is the only way he sees
To leave this place is going through the sky.
No problem for our man. He builds a set
Of wings from wax and feathers. Then he makes
A junior set and teaches Icarus
To fly. You should have seen them leave. They rose
Like hawks. They soared up through the clouds. They hummed
Like a squad of Blue Angels overhead.

But kids. They’re always running off. They get
Ideas. Won’t listen to a single thing
A parent says. They have to test and see
How far the limits go. And Icarus
Was just thirteen, and his old man had no
Control. The boy took off and wouldn’t stop.
Now what are parents always telling kids?
Don’t go so near the water or you’ll drown.

Don’t stay so long out in the sun, you’ll burn.
Just take the middle road. You’ve got a name.
So make your father proud. But Icarus,
He had to break the rules. They fished him from
The bay. And Daedalus, poor guy, no man
Should ever have to bury his own son.
You ask me how I know these things. My name
Is Perdix and my cousin’s Icarus.

I worked my uncle’s shop before these things
Took place. I studied well. I learned the trade,
But maybe learned too much. My uncle tried
To kill me. Now I watch just like a bird
Who hides beneath a bush. I see some things.
I write them down, I pass them on. I trade
My stories for a place to sleep, a tried
And worthwhile job for a nearly flightless bird.

Originally published in A Matter of Mind, Foothills Publishing, Kanona, NY © 2004.
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  1. My novel of Greek Mythology is tentatively titled "Theseus the King."

    I am currently have written 196 pages, 17 Chapters, and 55,265 words without an end in sight. I do not even get to the story of the labyrinth in this first book. I began my blog when I got stuck midway through writing chapter 17 (in verse) -
    "Who is this handsome man I see who climbs upon my cliffs towards me,.."

    You have already said it all here (and threw in the Blue Angels and NY Times crossword to boot!)

  2. Wow, Grandpa. I wish I'd learned a thing or two...

    I do recall that Nike had an "Air Icarus" running shoe.

    Word verification: gontepi
    Like gone fishing, but the water is luke warm...

  3. I love writing. May b I can get some good advice on writing a good piece here.

  4. "I am currently have written..."

    NO wonder why I can't seem to continue on my novel... I can not write! Sorry for the screw up on your page.

    Damn, I HATE making moosetakes!

  5. No problem, Marty. I do stuff like that all the time. And re your first post. The reason I got it all in -- I learned to write from reading Cliff notes. ;0)

    That's funny, gone tepi, Ann. And I'm not sure I'd wear "air Icarus" running shoes on a sunny day.

    Hi, Lilli. Thanks for stopping by. If you find something that helps let me know. I took a look at your blogs. I'm hoping to learn something about taking photographs from them. Nice work.

  6. Have a great time tonight, Grandpa.