Poetry By Jenna
Prometheus
I.
they found her
amid whorls of jasmine
in the kitchen garden the acacias
reeking dank with gum
her luminous gaze
sidelong nascent understanding
caught by
westward semaphore
morning’s prescient
crop of crows
II.
what he must have thought
of us
suspended in abbatoir glow
june dawn
still point in
a centrifuge of eagles
even then
we would not look up
in the end only Cassiopeia
her rosary of stars
(From Aphelion)
© Jenna Butler