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Reflections of Prometheus

by T.J. Carver

Oppressive shades deny me,
These trammels, the weight
Of the nothing that
Restricts.

Underneath the skin
Of the mortal world,
The organs eaten
And returned.

In the end, nothing is all
That is gained
From the death
Designed by fate.

Divine sparks within;
The bitter flames
Of vengeance:
I give fire to the gods.

04/10/2003

Posted on 04/11/2004
Copyright © 2025 T.J. Carver

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 04/12/04 at 08:00 PM

Wonderful poem, I especially enjoyed the last stanza as this speaks to me of the irony hidden beneath the surface of this myth. This the unveiling of the "Divine sparks" that lie "within" though normally perceived to lie without, in the hands of the Gods...and with these "bitter flames Of vengeance" the mortal man may steal the thunder of the God's with one defiant swoop! Prometheus's final reflection is that "in the end, nothing...is gained from the death designed by fate" as this fate reflects the fears of the Gods and the bitter knowledge that it is Prometheus himself, in his futile defiance, who has given "fire to the gods" as opposed to the the reverse - what a fresh perspective to this ancient myth! This is my take on this poem. Very well written! Welcome to Pathetic! :-)

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