Atlas


by Clodia Metelli

Atlas, they say, bears the world on his shoulders. Wretched Titan, it wearied him: he was petrified and glad of it. He should have been a different god and borne worlds in his head. Dreams have no weight and fall away when the day breaks. A dream-world is the lightest burden an old god can bear. (I dreamed a forest last night. The trunks entwined, the branches spreading. It resolved into an ash tree, I think. Deep in my sleeping thoughts, the roots thrust and tangled, drinking my knowledge into nothingness. Wotan will hang there, one-eyed. I forget how long.)

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I'm a student of Roman history with a tendency to use my work in my writing and a fondness for the 100-word 'drabble' format.


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