Poem 20150426

#NaPoWriMo‘s prompt today will me putting words in someone else’s mouth.

And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). Our last two prompts have been squarely in the silly zone – this one should give some scope to both the serious-minded and the silly among you. Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.


i never should have helped zeus, you know
but we’re both immortal and i felt sorry for him
and helped plan and carry a out war against
my own relatives
and i didn’t want to hear him complain forever

and i was supposed to be the smart one

i saw the future in people
and invested heavily
even though i knew he wouldn’t care for that

i suppose, in the end, i got what was coming to me
tied to a rock, my liver torn out day after day

hey, no problem.
i’m immortal, right?
i can take it

but those poor bastards running around on the ground
like ants; my brother and i did what we could for them
at the beginning
but, epimetheus is kind of an idiot
and after i got
them the secret of fire,
well, zeus, the piss-ant,
he sent them pandora

i don’t think it was fair
that the first woman he sent
he sent to my brother
or that she would have so much baggage
and man did she do a number
on the mortals
the poor bastards

well, anyway
let me tell you a secret
my name means forethought
and i’ve done more thinking
chained to this rock
than you can imagine,
and i’ve figured out the whole mess,
how it’s all going to go down

it ain’t pretty
and i could leave if i want,
i mean, i’m
a titan, and these are just chains
what’s an eagle to me?
a handful of feathers
hiding a bucket of chicken
but i like it here on this mountain
and zeus is in for a rude awakening

he thinks he’s going to be worshipped forever
but he’s not
and when the sacrifices dry up,
so will his power
his authority
his big, sexy lightning bolts

and he and i are going to have a long talk then

because we’re both immortal

and i’m the smart one

oh, look
the eagle