Ever. It’s against the rules -
I disbelieved you, disrespected you,
now it seems I was the fool.
I didn’t understand, I didn’t know,
so I crunched on skulls and bones.
Mortal morsels were so tasty, I didn’t want to misplace any, waste any.
Now I want to go back home but I’m stuck here all alone
in a maze of ice and stone.
I broke the rules and I was wrong.
Made a big mistake, changed my fate, eating mortal steak off a golden plate.
Not feeling very clever now I’m half-boy, half-beast,
stuck on this earth forever.
You should have told me, Dad, what the law was for,
to protect us, to keep the gods pure.
How was I to know I would become a minotaur?
Look at me. Half-boy, half-beast, just because I feasted.
Sitting eternally on a boulder, a chip on my hairy shoulder.
Crying bitter tears, your words ringing in my ears.
REMEMBER, WE DON’T EAT MORTALS, SON!
Poem by © Lesley Moss 2016
Illustration by © Jonny Duddle 2016