Prometheus Unglued

.

He steams her edges

and, like stamps

on a postcard

.

she curls in the heat

falling free from the corner

of mythology

.

to be saved

by the fire

in his hands.

.

.

(c) 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

.

(a re-post, revised)

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Prometheus

.

After the fire plays,

after he’s gone

she leaves her heart

in ashes

nestled on the bed

and slips outside

to bury time

in earth

where it belongs.

.

And sometimes

there’s a spark

when her trowel

hits a rock

and she smiles

at the thought

of that blazing

stand of man

and how she became

a goddess

when he touched her

with his flame.

.

.

(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

.

(re-post from 2012, revised)

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Prometheus – 2012 posting

(This poem was revised and re-posted 9-27-2017)

 

After the fire plays,

after he’s gone

she sets the hour

for here-and-now,

leaves it burning

on her bed

and runs outside

to bury time

in earth

where it belongs.

And sometimes

there’s a spark

when her trowel

hits a rock

and she smiles

at the thought

of that blazing

stand of man

and how she became

a goddess

when he touched her

with his flame.

.

(c) 1996, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Prometheus Unglued – 2011 posting

He steams her edge

and like stamps

on a postcard

.

she curls in the heat

falling free from the corner

of mythology

.

to be saved

by the fire

in his hands.

.

.

(c) 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

.

Read Full Post »