Mediterranean(ly) dreaming...

Thomas Cole, 'Prometheus Bound'

Mediterranean(ly) dreaming (inspired by a Ted Hughes poem)



the grapes are stressed
the wine will be sweet 
with careful pruning

all life begins 
as a poem
of will and desire 
undercarriage crawling 
beneath the boughs...

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NARRATOR:

a deep Summer processional 
in the confessions of Antigone
as told from Prometheus' perspective...

he of a lovely liver on a crag 
he could drink away the night 
he said, as long as he stayed 
impaled and preyed to the light 

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PROMETHEUS:

"...remember every death, 
even that of a star, 
will leave a ghost mostly, 
an echo that will reach, 
a finger vine fleeting sense 
of permanence, 
remember rapacious hunger 
fills passing shells and bones 
with the hard parts of memory 
pain and pleasure 
serving eons in the rain..."

"...you will repeatedly seek limbs 
to partially glimpse your eternities, 
each of your observations 
is a moving theater 
of light and the void, 
very comfortable 
offstage, waiting 
direction and intention 
in the dark..."

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CHORUS:

we are a clawed 
and curved beak ready 
willing for you 
again to accept 
center stage 
and the Dawn...



EJR ©