Bestiary-blogging,
entry 5 of 9
Three years ago, my
son Terry and I wrote a young adult fantasy novel called The Poem Beasts. It is currently
submitted for consideration at a major publisher. In honor of the opening
of the movie of The Hunger Games,
a major work in the young adult genre, we offer a taste of our work—nine days
of the poems of The Poem Beasts.
The Eagle
"Eagle" woodblock print by Terry Price. |
Transcription:
The raptor rides on the roaring winds
An eagle in flight with flaming feathers of red
Prometheus breaks beneath his bloodstained beak
Voracious reaver with vicious claws
Sent by Jupiter’s fury, daily feasting on immortal flesh
Tormenting the Titan bound for eternity
Beautiful to behold and as bold as the gods
The entrusted enactor of Jupiter’s enmity and false justice
Is doomed to duel to a pre-ordained death
The mightiest hero of history, the sky king’s son, Hercules
Historical
Background:
The eagle and the bull are the two most important animal
symbols of Zeus (known as Jupiter in Roman times). When Prometheus stole fire
from Olympus to give to humanity, Zeus grew enraged and had the disobedient
Titan bound to a rock at the end of the earth, apparently located in the Caucasus Mountains . Each day, an eagle would come to peck
out Prometheus’ liver and each night his liver would regenerate. The intention
was for this torture to continue into eternity. He was eventually freed by
Heracles (Roman name: Hercules) who slew him with an arrow given to him by
Apollo. According to the playwright Aeschylus, Heracles prayed, “May hunter
Apollo speed my arrow straight!”
Heracles, Prometheus, and the Eagle from a Krater (a large two-handled bowl), circa 625-575 BC, in the collection of the National Museum, Athens, Greece. |
© 2012 Lee and Terry Price
Enjoying the combination of poems and woodcuts very much. Ever read Tennyson's The Eagle? It is a very brief poem but intense in its effect.
ReplyDeleteYes, I like that! It fits right in with our theme. I think it's okay to quote it here in full:
ReplyDeleteTHE EAGLE
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.