Friday, February 19, 2016


a google dot com image

sparks electrified, bounced off his eyeball
he wore garments, shredded in the din of shadowy call
then rocked the moon, and non too soon
swirling planet-oids curled back in a swoon,
forming the rock of drama gamma beta sigh
there, Prometheus ate from the fire of desire; my
how the warmth of Olympus fell, short
by wintry blizzards wort;
stirring through the loins of satyrs
birthing music, where ever, felled stadiums scatter,
augmenting phi
to highest high;
then enters, curtail call,
and all -
is Silence!!!
MAKING MYTHS [1] © gillena cox 2016

Written for the prompt
Words Count With Mama Zen
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
The Challenge - "Shock me . . . make me feel better! Or, worse. Or, whatever. Just shock me . . . in 77 words or less"


linking to Prompt Nights - On Popular Demand
– When Poetry Meets Myth [2]