Medusa

I was going to participate in a postcard event where you write poetry on the back of postcards, but changed my mind.  I had written a few poem already, including this one for Medusa, as well as one for a postcard I'm using for Red week.  So they don't go waste I'm posting them here (and on my other blog for Thursday Postcard Hunt).

Detail of Caravaggio's Medusa, who was given a bad rap.

MEDUSA


I sitting here,
looking at Medusa,
thinking of victims.

Hers is a story as old as time
and as young as this morning.

Who’s to blame her anger?
There she was,
sitting peacefully in the temple,
when along comes Poseidon,
(who really should have been cavorting
with the mermaids,
not ogling a maiden in Athena’s temple)
who can’t resist her beauty.

Talk about victim blaming!

What kind of goddess was Athena anyway?
Like mortal Medusa stood any chance against a god!
It’s her fault her own temple was defiled!

I’m sitting here,
looking at Medusa.
Assaulted.
Punished.
Decapitated.

I’m getting angrier by the minute.

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