(im)mortal
There is no sky today.
Only smokey flames
Engulfing Helios
And his horses.
The same sooty embers
That filled the lungs
Of the smaller,
Weaker
Phaethon
As he was struck
By the king
Of the sky.
Only the elements refuse
To kill the Titan God,
Who wants nothing more
Than to join
His scion;
His wilted heir.
He prays
To his siblings
That his veins
Will pour red.
Yet no matter how hard he claws
At marble skin,
He sees only the
Sparkling,
Golden
Ichor of immortality
February 24, 2025 at 8:42 am
I like how you talk about Greek mythology through your poem since the stories of Helios, Phaeton, and the Titan God describes the picture of the sky in more depth!
February 24, 2025 at 12:07 pm
This piece is very impactful. I really enjoyed the reference to Greek Mythology. The last stanza stood out to me the most, the descriptive words you used, “claws”, “sparkling”, “golden”, painted a vivid picture in my mind.
February 24, 2025 at 12:11 pm
I like the uncommon words used. It seems very dystopian. Well done!