Best Medea Poems

Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone.
The inscription is illegible, but that matters not to me.
At this centuries-old grave I place flowers and moonstone --
As requested by my ethereal savior, friend, lover, devotee.

My first visit to Gravesend was via historical daylight tour.
Another attempted...

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...was it media[medea]-said solitude is dangerous breeds devils in the night-breeds devils
in the day too! 
a wave just cracked over my rarely exposed sockless foot 
and made me realise  
how important it was to be in it 
to be wet-
however ‘little wet’ you may...

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