Medusa

Published July 31, 2012 by rlmcdermott

A gorgoneia,
she could
not save
herself,

the smell
of baking
bread coiling
through
the cave,

her sister’s
laughter
and then
another
sound–
footsteps.

Even
the snakes
were
frightened

hissing
in the
nest
of her
hair,

she could
not comfort
them–
her own
heart
pounding.

She looked
at him,

her eyes wide
with what
was blinding
about her,

and waited
for his
bright gaze.

A shield,
a sword,
then all
was stillness.

Finally,
her
sisters
calling
her name
and then
a sound
escaping
from her
own mouth–
wings
and
hoofbeats.

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