Ted Hughes The Mahogany Table Top You Smashed Had Been The Broad Plank Top Broad Plank Top Of My MOTHERS Heirloom Sideboard Mapped With The Scars Of My Whole World That Came Under ID: 464384
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Slide1
The Minotaur
Ted HughesSlide2
The
Mahogany
Table
-
Top
You
Smashed
Had Been The Broad Plank Top
Broad Plank Top
Of My
MOTHER’S
Heirloom Sideboard
Mapped With The Scars Of My Whole WorldSlide3
That
Came
Under
The
Hammer
Hammer
Hammer
Hammer
That High Stool
You Swung
That Day
DEMENTED
BY
MY
BEING
BEING
BEING
BEING
BEING
Twenty
Minutes
For
LATE
Baby
MindingSlide4
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
MARVELLOUS!
I Shouted
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON!
Smash it!
Into
KINDLING
That’s The Stuff You’re Out Of Your Poems
!
Keeping
And Later, Considered and
CalmerSlide5
The Goblin His Fingers
Get That Shoulder Under Your
STANZAS
And We’ll Be Away!
Deep
In
Cave
The
Of
Your
Ear
Snapped
So What Had I Given Him?Slide6
That Your
The End Of The
Bloody
Skein
Unravelled
Marriage
Left Your Children
Echoing
Like Tunnels In A
LabyrinthSlide7
Left Your Mother
A
Dead-End
Brought You
To The Horned
BELLOWING
Grave Of Your
Risen Father
And Your Own Corpse In ItSlide8
The MinotaurTed Hughes
The mahogany table-top you smashedHad been the broad plank top
Of my mother's heirloom sideboard-Mapped with the scars of my whole life.
That came under the hammer.
That high stool you swung that day
Demented by my being
Twenty minutes late for baby-minding.
'Marvellous!' I shouted, 'Go on,
Smash it into kindling.That's the stuff you're keeping out of your poems!'
And later, considered and calmer,'Get that shoulder under your stanzasAnd we'll be away.' Deep in the cave of your ear
The goblin snapped his fingers.So what had I given him?
The bloody end of the skeinThat unravelled your marriage,Left your children echoingLike tunnels in a labyrinth.
Left your mother a dead-end,Brought you to the horned, bellowing
Grave of your risen fatherAnd your own corpse in it.