Medusa
A reimagining of the Gorgon's voice
Cursed, violated by man, Condemned for that which I had no control. Held down, thrashing I called Her for salvation met only with silence, judged for another’s sin. Unjust, undeserved, unwanted, From despair I transformed Serpentine hair, ruby eyes One glance turning even the gentlest to stone. Beauty cost me in every ways So I make the lessons known. Maidens lost in despair Find no solace here, Heroes blinded by glory Enter my labyrinth dreaming of conquest And meet only their terror. I toy with them, Coils whispering, Snakes hissing death’s lullaby. They round one corner then another Until my face stops their breath. Their fear becomes sculpture. Each statue a warning, Each gaze a revenge Carved into eternity. I add them to my labyrinth One lesson at a time. As I have had to learn to accept The monster everyone chooses to believe.
I love how you flipped the script here. And tell the story from Medusas voice. That shift changes everything and leaves me feeling sorry for her. It's powerful when a story makes us rethink what we knew.
Brilliant. ~ Nerra ⚔️⚡️⚖️
This poem gives Medusa her body back, not as a myth to be conquered but as a testimony of what violation does when it hardens into survival. The voice here is not pleading but sovereign, a woman remade into warning, her power no longer separated from her pain. This is a place where the condemned finally speaks her own name and decides what it means.