Don’t look at her
Why not? He asked
She’ll turn you to stone
It is her major task
He did not heed the warning though
So, we left him as a statue down below
I miss him a bit, my mother said
He never did mind, said my cousin Ed
Would it kill you to love me
If only for one day?
Would it pain you not to shove me
Or look the other way?
Would it kill you to love me
Instead of being cold?
I would let King Midas hug me
And turn me into gold
Would it kill you to love me
Don’t just give a stoney stare
Or will you, too, rebuff me
For the vipers in my hair?
330.
The Echo of the Moaning Medusa
Away from my haven, irreverent Perseus!
Your goal in here is too ambitious!
You're just making yourself ridiculous!
Aiming for my head for your Andromeda mild!
You can never get it even if you get wild!
Just go with your loss like a crying child!
Want me to help you end your misery?!
Why should I care for your doomed country?!
Swallow Poseidon's judgment for your own stupidity!
No one can use me for their own advantage!
Though my worth is more than that of a sage…
To anyone's purpose I'll never ever engage!
Oh how dare you darken the brilliant aura…
Of this gorgon more gorgeous than goddess Athena?!
Oh sisters! Don't waste this Echo of the Moaning Medusa!
Ah! My neck is bleeding with the edge of his sword!
Slowly it's harder for me to utter a word!
Behold! I am dying! My vision's getting blurred!
-02/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
Jimmy was reluctant to go to the Halloween party that night.
He was a sensitive guy, who could be fooled; he often jumped in fright.
Will it be spooky? He asked his cousin, who told him a big lie.
She actually wanted her roommate to meet Jim; he was such a great guy.
His eyes had to adjust to the dark; the party was a dance going strong.
He saw a gorgeous woman standing under the punch bowl a bit too long.
He went to join her and was mesmerized by her beauty; she was gorgeous.
She wore a helmet turning her into Medusa, six giant snakes in a fuss.
Not frightened at all, Jimmy invited her to dance, which was rare.
By the end of the evening, he was ever so glad to be there.
Next day at lunch, Jim lamented that he did not know Medusa's name.
His cousin was smirking, because he had actually met the right dame.
Obsidian builds the foundations of this earth.
They did not deserve to exist in this world,
In my world.
An evil reptilian?
I am no petty despot.
I’m the product of your weakness.
You forged a weapon you must now face.
Beautiful and terrible as the dusk.
Stronger than the power of Gaia.
You defiled sisterhood.
Show them your true and terrible form.
Show the world the power of a traitor.
The eyes of Medusa have opened.
Rocks and stone,
shatter the foundations of the earth.
Sharpen the scales of divine anger and judgment.
A snake am I?
Look at me.
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Medusa, My Moon
A medusa piercing the curtains, cursing me
The moonbeams, hugging my weary back,
A futile attempt to bring me back,
My heart, eyes that desire death are open,
Yet my two eyes, confined by the vision of hope…
My wandering body, petrified with life,
A jail , a false promise seducing me,
Could the moon’s love break the curse?
Turn me to stone, to save me from suicide?
Laid out for surgery, a patient prude
Swaps self guided for guile - Medusa’s will
Noisy neurons mute, poor Nerida nude
Serpent puncture spreads in her, poison pill
Twirls twilight silent, sticky dark danger
Cotton candy cloud, clement synapses
Petrifying practitioner changed her
Nerida’s urge for control collapses
Fang flung, spiralled far from mediocre
Transfixed in toxin, menacing method
Venom swoll jugular veins squeeze choke her
Doctor’s dose meticulously measured
Tangled snake strands, table statue taboos
Dagger dipped in blood leaves only a bruise
Numbing Needle
Ninth of January
Hundreds of frenzied snakes
Slithering from her head
Looking at me
While her gaze wants
To turn me to stone
But I glance away
Knowing the damage
That can be caused
I met her
Dwelling in a cave
Unaware of most slang
But she endures
A painful existence.
This Medusa
A friend or fiend
You tell me
I need to know
But I will love her
Forever and a day
One half orange and one quarter lemon
Exchanging packages
Will be our right
True love
While romancing sunsets
Just remember
To avoid the gaze
When she’s beside herself
And all will be
Just fine
Inspired by Medusa, written and sung by Glenn Hughes, with Trapeze
I look at you and can only stare.
I love your long and flowing hair,
your smiling lips and eyes that flash
as you bat each knowing lash.
Yet sometimes very late at night,
or when the light strikes you just right,
your beautiful hair turns into snakes.
Your look gives me the creeps and shakes.
Maybe I drank something too strong,
or maybe I said something wrong.
I'd rather ride an appaloosa,
but I'm married to Medusa.
And so I turned away from the world
I faced myself
My shadows writhing set in stone
I saw myself alone
I stared myself unknown
In silence to insane
I retired in self blame
Written: July 2nd, 2024 For Robert James Liguori Contest
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Patience has been my companion
Through endless days and nights
In the sweep of love
A gentle caress upon my essence
Emotions stir within
Rise with the sun, my dear
May you never stray.
You've been evading me for years
Spinning in endless circles
Forever spinning outward
I have a love that fills my heart
An unspoken love, concealed within
Patience has been my companion
Farewell.
In anticipation of my love's arrival
Oh, longing to embrace my scope
Emotions stir within
You've been fleeing, always on the move
Caress the depths of my being
Pause for a moment.
face not for kissing
eyes burning bright like comets
snake like hair hissing
What anguish masks her face
with cherry chapstick on her lips
and Medusa’s beautiful head of hair
there are signs of inner turmoil seen
in her deep blue eyes and her demeanor,
Or is this just an attempt to conceal her
quintessential adolescent awkwardness?
Contest: A Brian Strand #1172.
You were a close friend.
Until my viewpoint differed from theirs.
Your tiara turned into snakes.
Envenomed my peaceful place.
In turn, I gifted you a mirror.
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