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~
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:
Wonderful poem.
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?
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