Medusa Poem
Many months
alone
with her own
Venom
in a Sarpedon cave
made to nestle her
Beauty gone;
Head -
a writhing tangle of
Vicious Serpents;
cursed;
unrecognisable
Did she retreat because Shame
became
her only bedfellow?
Perhaps ‘twas more a respite
to protect
the unsuspect
ing
from her projections
lest they be turned to stone
so easily does Shame become Blame
And Venom can Poison or Healing be
The Power is in the Choice