Unfathomed Promises

Prometheus I

we dared to dream of fire

 

we dreamed

in unison

something the world

does not think possible

 

defied the odds

the storms

the ghosts

that haunt us all

 

We dreamt

of Fire

 

and we could taste

the flames

 

before the waves

before the rain

 

we had a dream

we tasted it in our skin

our tongue

our hearts

that music hone

our honeyed-gold

our honeysuckle flaws

 

we lived

and dreamed

of Fire

 

stole it

off the gods

 

and in the endless

pyre

 

we burnt

our godsam songs

 

the silent music

our nakedness could grow

and set afire

the world

the underworld

the past

the future

and our breath

 

with a mere spark

of you and I

 

of you and I

 

Prometheus I

or you the flame

 

stolen from the gods

 

never returned

 

and after

the tight cord

of our time broke

 

long after sparkles gone

 

our fire burns on

 

Contributor’s Notes: Veronica Pamoukaghlian was born in Montevideo, Uruguay. She is an English literature scholar and a published poet. Her Spanish poetry has won the Zapatos Rojos Love Poetry Award in Argentina, and her English language work has been featured on Prism (U.S.), Sentinel Literary Quarterly (U.K.), Arabesques Review (Algeria), The Big Times News (Puerto Rico), and The Armenian Poetry Project (New York), among many other publications. In 2011, writer Roger Ebert hailed her as “a voice that needs to be heard,” after stumbling upon a blog reflecting on a simultaneous reading of Atlas Shrugged and Catch 22, which she published on her site thewanderlife.com. She is the head of Nektar Films, an established Uruguayan film production company and a member of Mensa International.

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