The Prophet – a poem by Cynthia Pitman

The Prophet

The present turned into the past
almost too fast
to call it the present
as she stood transfixed there,
hiding from the future —
the future that always,
became the present,
then the past,
thus blending time together
into one prophetic vision,
searing the seer’s all-seeing eyes
that she hid behind her cowl,
the prophet’s cowl, that
always failed to veil them.


Cynthia Pitman began writing poetry again this past summer after a 30-year hiatus. She has recently had poetry published in Amethyst ReviewVita BrevisRight Hand PointingEkphrastic ReviewLiterary Yard, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Postcard Poems and Prose, and Leaves of Ink. She has had fiction published in Red Fez and has fiction forthcoming in Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art.

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