Contributor: Ben Riddle

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A glimmer of sunlight catches
On a sliver of moisture nestled
Within the inner crown of a rose;

The reflection as radiant as the dawn
Of a rekindled hope, stolen from ash
And breathed into new life.

Reborn like the phoenix, the light
And replanted rose glow as if
To celebrate the joys of existing;

Stolen from the gods by Prometheus
In the form of poetic inspiration,
Natural altruism and hope.

Redefining the sublime, I’m left to ponder;
Perhaps there is a little Prometheus in all of us?


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A nineteen year old aspiring Australian writer, studying English and Politics at the University of Western Australia.