I am Prometheus, bound to my words, while you, my crow, devour my heart.
I am Prometheus, chained to contrition, while you, my accomplice, accept stolen fire.
I am Prometheus, lashed to a legend, while you, my raconteur, transpose paladin and pariah.
I am Prometheus, standing before you, hair singed with sacrifice, fingers charred with circumstance, the mortal smell of potter’s clay caked upon my soul.
I am Prometheus: creator, thief, and penitent.
Can you promise to be Hercules and free me from myself?
2 thoughts on “FORETHOUGHT”
I like it a lot, especially the first 2 lines. Are you going to bring this one (it fits the assignment) for critique next Sunday? I’m still working on mine.
Hi, Ginny. This was an old piece that I somehow just left alone. It was all I could come up with for the “chant” assignment. It will have to do as I have no other time. Thanks for the feedback, though. I’m not really sure how well I actually like this one…but it will have to do. I’m sure that you will come up with something a lot more thought-provoking! See you on Sunday.