Imagine, a poem

Imagine

I asked Camus should we
imagine Prometheus happy.
He wasn’t sure but felt
the eagle might be, his daily
pecking filling his life.
I wondered if he even
liked liver and if it mattered.
I wondered if he told
the titan of all the things
he saw, winging above
the world on his way
to work. I could only
imagine such things. 
I could imagine the eagle
and Prometheus
and even myself, happy.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

A Muram Creation Myth

I felt a need to expand a little on the mythology in the WIP so I wrote this. I've never delved much into the Muram religion (compared to others) but their ancestry derives in large part from prehistoric Central Asia. Think the Mal'ta Buret and Yamna cultures, among others, with a definite dash of Proto-Indo-European. I generally picture the Mura as somewhat resembling Native Americans.

These cultural roots are so deep and so ancient that I could make up just about anything, if I desired, but I attempted to echo some of the little we know of such cultures. And, of course, to reflect my own tastes in world building.

Rainbow Snake

This is a poem written for and included in Stephen Brooke's novel, The Ways Between the Worlds. Based loosely on Australian myth. We may do shirts etc with that image at the Peanut Road Emporium, but haven't quite decided the best approach. Text or no text? What angle for the snake? That kind of thing.