THE MEDUSA TOUCH

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A poem inspired by a photo prompt

Submitted: January 09, 2018

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THE MEDUSA TOUCH

 

She’d heard of Medusa, that mythical creature,

With snakes for hair… according to rumour.

Able to turn those who gazed at her face,

Into stone, forever frozen, like a block of ice.

 

But she would not heed, did not believe,

Declared she was not that naïve.

Greek mythology… mere fairy-tales,

You fools, now listen, she had regaled.

 

She tossed her head in angry defiance,

And stomped in seething, brooding silence.

Her eyes they blazed, her beauty rare,

At such splendour, people stared.

 

Medusa lurked, with evil envy,

To lure in victims, blessed with beauty.

She spotted her prey, savoured the moment

Before she would conquer this fine opponent.

 

A fleeting glance… gossamer wings,

Fluttered in the summer breeze.

She blinked her eyes, could she be mistaken,

This vision, had left her extremely shaken.

 

She heard the hissing, began to run

But her vision was obscured by the sun.

She tripped and fell, in long soft grass,

Then looked straight into eyes, like crystal glass.

 

She heard the cackle of evil laughter,

Like a lamb, she had been led to the slaughter.

Her hands went stiff, and then her arms,

Her body suddenly lost it charms.

 

And there she lay, for ever after,

An inanimate, beautiful stony sculpture.

Ravaged by elements, and the seasons,

Adorned in clothes of mossy accretions.

 


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