Prometheus and Andromeda
Reaching into the sky and pretending to touch the sun
Is not the same as evaporating.
Your solitude is just a bone wrapped in glistening fat,
A false promise of a freedom,
When really you are chained and bound
To an idea that you are free.
But what if I was the rock you were tethered to
And my love were midnight ravens
Pecking at your heart?
And in the morning you would wake, your heart anew.
And the chain that binds us together could stretch the world twice over.
And at night you would sleep safely in my granite arms.
And I know now that wading in the shallows
Is not the same as diving the depths.
My apathy is the monster that swims around my feet each day.
I suffer from a virginity of the soul,
My bondage is the knowledge
That I have never truly loved.
And what if you were the rock I was tethered to
And your love was like Perseus, Gorgon-slayer,
Sent by the Gods?
And in the morning I would wake, my heart anew.
And the chain that binds us together could stretch the world twice over.
And together we could return to our own tiny Ethiopia.
Lakenda Wallace
Tue 11th May 2021 05:15
That is brilliant.
I found a note I wrote in an a writing notebook I have not touched in years. I told myself to read Prometheus and Andromeda. I was so touched. It was so emotionally raw.
Thank you!