Poems

Finn Brooke: ‘Crete’

Crete

When the standard schedule got too much for them,
if a particularly busy season was coming to a close,
or if they just felt they’d well and truly earned
some sunlight and saltwater, some music and wine,
the minotaur and Perseus would call time
on the usual bloody routine,
and slip away from work through a secret passage
they’d had installed by mutual agreement.

Ariadne and her friends loved island life,
but sometimes found their own roles a little repetitive,
so were always ready to laugh and say yes
to a day at the beach, to a night of dancing,
while the locals, being sympathetic to the need
for a respite from the daily grind
and the shackles of classical mythology,
made sure everyone left smiling, with a friend.

Finn Brooke

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