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Dreaming of Prometheus


05.30.20 Posted in today's words by

Rose Mary Boehm’s most recent poem to appear here was “For the Lover I Left” (March 2020).

Dreaming of Prometheus
By Rose Mary Boehm

My legs are stretching
towards the horizon.
My head is huge. I follow

my eyes as they bounce
towards the sea over red sand.
I am growing and begin to fill my
world. Water is rising. Through

my feet into my belly, into my lungs.
My heart on a stick above
the castle walls. I sit below,
watching. The orange sun

is eaten by a huge bird, wing-feathers
pointing fingers. It drops down
fast and swoops towards my heart.

First a stabbing pain and then I’m
ingurgitated. Fused we fly
to meet the man who stole the fire.



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