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“When Poseidon pinned her To the temple stones, her voice Flared like pyre-wood, Faded like smoke. ‘As Perseus bore down upon her She bestrode the pitted ground; The snakes that writhed from her head Cried mercy of the clouds. ‘From her neck, Pegasus sprang – The white horse spread his wings, And bore her name through Greece Swooping to Cretan shores. ‘Her blood birthed the corals Of the Red Sea – sharp as tongues. O Hera, grant Medusa Her legacy: woman, monster, might!” — Elyse John
When Poseidon pinned her
To the temple stones, her voice
Flared like pyre-wood,
Faded like smoke.
‘As Perseus bore down upon her
She bestrode the pitted ground;
The snakes that writhed from her head
Cried mercy of the clouds.
‘From her neck, Pegasus sprang –
The white horse spread his wings,
And bore her name through Greece
Swooping to Cretan shores.
‘Her blood birthed the corals
Of the Red Sea – sharp as tongues.
O Hera, grant Medusa
Her legacy: woman, monster, might!