Prometheus

Poor titan,
what did you see in those
hard clay eyes as you
perfected each face with the tender
care of an artist

Did you feel the tremble
as you carved life into every little finger and toe?
irrepressible fervor, 
as each became capable 
of seizing a thousand images 
and weaving it into the strumming
of a lyre

Poor titan
You must have felt as if they were your own 
there in the lonely mountain breeze
perhaps that’s what drove you to steal the fire
and seal your outcast state 

in the end what hurt more dear titan?
the perpetual pain of severing claws
as made by the gods above

or the betrayal of your beloved creatures
who used your gift to scorch the earth below

Reviews

[Allan Eddings]

Wonderful! The tale of Prometheus has fascinated people since it was written, for who cannot be fascinated by this Titan. The imagery created in this piece is sublime, words uttered would seem to bring to life the myth once again, bravo! The poem is mournful threne, a funeral dirge, not only of Prometheus but more importantly of what the narrator casts as his hopes for his creations. Wonderful!

I absolutely adored this piece! I would add if you haven't read Percy B. Shelley's 'Prometheus Unbound' that you simply must read it. I cannot wait to read more of your work however, so please do keep writing I would ever so hate to exhaust your folio.

Regards,
A.E.

[Coyote Poetry]

My favorite topic is myth and old story. I like the thoughts and bringing to life a strong character in Prometheus. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Marie]

Poor Prometheus, who was so punished for his gift.