Thursday, October 29, 2009

Medusa revisited



Medusa

Medusa says —

I was wisdom
once,
black as night.

Now they call me:
     monster,
     gorgon,
     hideous-faced.

So I hide
behind this hissing curtain
of hair.

Lost
little ones,
breathe easy;
you are free
to not see.

But
what is a lonely
old lady to do?

I still wait
for some daughter,
     some son,
so wounded by the world,
to seize these snakes
and part my locks wide.

I still wait
for some bold, tired
     wild child of mine,
determined to die
seeing what's reflected
in my unblinking eye.

~Ivan M. Granger~

2 comments:

Jasmine said...

Wonderful poem.

Delphyne said...

I thought so, too, Jasmine.

Do you think that by grabbing the snakes, they would bestow a blessing upon us and if by staring into her unblinking eye, we would see our most authentic selves?