Lucy Vickery

Herculean sonnets

Hercules and the Stymphalian birds. (Gianni Dagli Orti/Shutterstock) 
issue 30 May 2020

In Competition No. 3150 you were invited to submit a sonnet describing one of the labours of Hercules.

This challenge seemed to strike a chord, attracting an entry of modest size but rich in wit and invention. There were some clever topical touches as well as echoes of master sonneteers from times past: Milton, Donne and Shelley.

Honourable mentions go to Chris O’Carroll, Katie Mallett, Simon May, Hamish Wilson and Rob Stuart. The prizewinners, printed below, are rewarded with £20 each.

Lerna in lockdown faced a sombre fate;the many-headed Hydra grew two headsfor every one lopped off — the beast’s R-ratekept fearful locals cowering in their beds.How do you kill a multi-headed brute?Co-operation’s key, so Herculesbrought Iolaus (young and resolute)to bring the grisly creature to its knees.Hercules chopped the heads, his nephew snatcheda firebrand and cauterised each stump.With no heads left the serpent was dispatched;the beast of terror just a rotting lump. Its blood made poison arrows and this gory detail killed Hercules (another story).D.A. Prince

That Hera, wicked stepmother or what?She handed him a multitasking list:Mission impossible, that was the gist,But Hercules would give it his best shot.Take labour number nine. It was his lot To fetch a magic girdle Hera missed.Hippolyta agreed, then — nasty twist —Hera, by her badmouthing, stirred the pot.She might have aimed to only raise a laugh,Except the fallout from it was no joke.Refusal roused our hero’s vengeful pride.He snuffed the Queen and several of her staff.He was a workaholic sort of blokeWhose superpower, it seems, was homicide.Basil Ransome-Davies

Once Hercules has stabilised the stablesHe’s chasing birds who view him as a snack;Declining invites to their dinner tables,He’s ready for an avian attack.With beaks of bronze they strike in airborne raidsAnd slice with metal feathers, meanwhile shittingTheir poisoned ammunition — he evadesWith skill the toxic faeces they’re emitting.He fires his arrows at the murderous clan;Rattled, they scatter: a moment we could share,Our modern flying monsters we would ban,Their toxic fumes excreted in the air. Yet not by arrows are the beasts confounded, It takes a world pandemic to be grounded.Sylvia Fairley

Some Labours had a sort of point; at leastThose ones where Hercules put out the lightsOf some destructive and unpleasant beast(Though some might argue monsters too have rights),But this one’s just the pits; Eurystheus sentHim off to grab the girdle of a Queen,A nasty task: that seems self-evident,More than a little rapey and obscene.Hercules did it, but at what a cost!He took an army with him, and he slewNot just the Queen; a thousand lives were lost;His excuse? He did what he’d been ordered to.Big Herc’s admired for labours bravely done.I’d rate him more if he’d refused this one.Linda Crespi

The fifth task called for Herculean grit,A chore, some say, were better left unsungThe cleaning up of reeking cattle dungOr synonym which I had best omit.He could have cleared the ordure bit by bit,But Hercules fulfilled the onerous featBy using nature’s force, he chose to cheatAnd, by re-routing rivers, finished itIn record time, a flushing job well done.Alas, his claim for due reward backfired,The king refused to pay the man he’d hired,So Hercules appealed in court and won.Thus did the famous saying come to pass,The epigram: that where there’s muck there’s brass.Alan Millard

Enraged to find me undefeated still,He bade me go to Hades, master thereThree-headed Cerberus through strength and skill,My club and arrows set aside, hands bare.It was no feat against that dead souls’ hound:Its fang could never pierce my lion-skin cloak,So with one heave I hurled it to the groundThen plaited its three necks to make it choke (But not to die — such was the pledge I’d made)And bore it back to claim a victory won.With this last act of penitence displayed,The gods declared my punishments all done. My name and deeds would be invoked forever, When times demanded some great bold endeavour.W.J. Webster

This task was very different from the rest:it was demeaning, more fit for a slave;it needed little strength, and was no testof warrior skills, nor showed me to be brave.To clean the stables, thick with cattle dung,required a cunning, sideways sort of thinking.Thus through the buildings, mighty streams I flung,and river waters soon removed the stinkingordure. And then my payment was denied,so King Augeus knew my rightful rage.I killed him where he stood, restored my pride,and reinforced the justice of my wage.Had I but known just where this wage would leadI would have taken nothing for my deed.Elizabeth Horrocks

No 3153: sneezles and wheezles

It can be tricky explaining Covid-19 to little ones, so you are invited to enlist the help of a well-known children’s author. Please email up to 16 lines/150 words to lucy@spectator.co.uk by midday on 10 June. NB. We are unable to accept postal entries for the time being.

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