Hephaestus
I.
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.
II.
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 Magazine, Clare Literary Journal, Eternal Haunted Summer, Fortunates, Momoware, Pembroke Magazine, Vagina: The Zine, and What the Fiction, among other outlets, and is forthcoming in Baseline Literary Arts Journal and Stoneboat Literary Journal
I.
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.
II.
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 Magazine, Clare Literary Journal, Eternal Haunted Summer, Fortunates, Momoware, Pembroke Magazine, Vagina: The Zine, and What the Fiction, among other outlets, and is forthcoming in Baseline Literary Arts Journal and Stoneboat Literary Journal