Prometheus
written by: Carson Wignall
You must have been real enough
to have framed this tall house,
and have me stapled to its roof,
before going down to feed the birds
endlessly flocking
to your storehouse
But I never felt your arms
carry me: how did you
place me here?
Every so often it’s as if
you pass over
and pause, like a god
interrogating his own shadow,
tracing the slant
as it grins away from
holy origin
And I know what it means
to have a son
There goes your blood,
draining from me,
down the steep;
at last it lifts and returns your exhausted gaze,
grateful for its fall
I don’t want to hurt either,
we whisper
Carson Wignall views writing as a form of spiritual discipline. With undergraduate and graduate degrees in Philosophy, he has always been drawn to exploring profound ideas. During his work in social services, Carson discovered poetry as a unique language—a way to transform personal confession into mythic imagination, dwelling on the tension between seeking transcendence and living as a divided self. He is now deepening this practice as a master’s student in Creative Writing (Poetry) at Dominican University of California while teaching English at the secondary level.
Latest posts by Carson Wignall (see all)
- Prometheus - May 13, 2025
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