A few years ago Steph and I came across a powerful poem, which I have since used in two men’s groups to great effect. It seems to unlock a door in most men’s hearts. And women’s too. Stephanie found the poem so meaningful she created a painting with the text of the poem written on a canvas that is textured like the wall of a cave, with an image of ‘The Sorcerer’ from the Trois Frères cave in southwest France. I’ll paste a photo in below. A few weeks ago we met the poet Tom Hirons in the wilds of Dartmoor and Stephanie gave him the painting.
Tom’s partner Rima has illustrated a privately published edition of the poem, and the result is a beautiful unique gift. The edition has been hugely successful – which speaks for itself. They’ve sold thousands of copies and there 102 reviews of it on their site. You can see information on it here.
Tom says about the poem: “Thank you all for your continued comments and emails about this poem – I had no idea at all what was in store when I wrote it, only that the first line had been haunting me for months. Sometimes a Wild God has opened strange doors for me, and continues to have a life of its own. Something seems to have happened that is far beyond my understanding, and that is exactly as it should be. Poetry is a form of magic, and don’t let anyone tell you anything different. This word-spell will hopefully now reach more people than ever, and stray far beyond the internet.”
Here’s how it begins. To read the rest of it, just click the link at the end:
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.When the wild god arrives at the door,
You will probably fear him.
He reminds you of something dark
That you might have dreamt,
Or the secret you do not wish to be shared.
He will not ring the doorbell;
Instead he scrapes with his fingers
Leaving blood on the paintwork,
Though primroses grow
In circles round his feet.
You do not want to let him in.
You are very busy.
It is late, or early, and besides…
You cannot look at him straight
Because he makes you want to cry.