what would Prometheus tell Zeus today?
Soul Fires
does he still think us worthy of the flame?
Is Prometheus Lucifer? Or is he the savior of mankind? It is a theme that I come back to often, and I surely again will in these pages.
With important works such as “Prometheus Bound” by Aeschylus, “Prometheus unbound” by Percy Bysshe Shelley, and numerous contributions from Goethe and Nietzsche, Kafka, Byron and others, how does one even dare add their own voice?
Such is the nature of poets, I suppose, all of us tilting at the windmills of obscurity, each of us a tiny candle flame in a sea of the bright light that shines from the giant stars above us.
But we must try, mustn’t we, and when the subject is as moving as the titan that may be responsible for making humans who we are, we must make our voice heard.
I wrote this poem over several months — it’s much longer than most of my poems, but it is just as heartfelt, in every line and turn of story. It’s also the kernel of my Myth Takes, though many other poems in it take a much lighter tone.
Without further ado:
