Dan MacIsaac

Picasso’s Minotaurs

L’art n’est jamais chaste.
– Picasso

Freak unmasked
in the cubist maze.
Or a blind beast led by
dove and starlight.

Brute lurid in the labyrinth,
tuft a rampant brush.
Or a double-pronged helm
looming over a deaf-mute.

Man-bull straddling
a voluptuous sleeper.
Or behind an opaque drape,
post-coital, that sated pet.

Never a laggard ox
plodding old and numb,
hauling a cart creaky
with bored surrealists

or indifferent critics.


Dan MacIsaac writes from Metchosin. Brick Books published his collection of poetry, Cries from the Ark. His poetry has received awards including the Foley Prize from America Magazine. His work was short-listed for the Walrus Poetry Prize, The Nick Blatchford Occasional Verse Contest, and the CBC Short Story Prize. In 2020, his poems appeared in numerous journals including filling stationTrain, and Canadian Literature.

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