Thursday, August 28, 2014

Caitlan Johnson - One Poem



This is a weapon.

It was not forged in the fire-pits,
left to rot by Hades,
but instead originated here in my
clouds--the small domain I rule
without much interference.


This is not my weapon.

It was built for Zeus.
What would he do if someone
absconded with his lightning?
I would suffer. We all
would fall, stricken.

Caitlin Johnson holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Lesley University. Her work has appeared in Boston Poetry MagazineClare Literary JournalEternal Haunted Summer, FortunatesMomowarePembroke MagazineVagina: The Zine, and What the Fiction, among other outlets, and is forthcoming in Baseline Literary Arts Journal and Stoneboat Literary Journal

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