~Love Medusa Style~I only came home to say goodbye and explain my love. All this time- while soothing you as a tender sideline, I've been tending rancid pits of thrashing snakes. flung pell-mell from the old hag's crowning glory. By order of the churning waters or forging snows I go collecting and etching my life on ancient, dry-eyed mirrors. Oh I do hold them dear - whether cracked by lucid dreaming or cloudy with freezing memories. And, yes, my hands are bleeding. All this time and no wonder, I must turn again to gather stray silvers of light from the signal fire. Once more I muster to raise the snakes to test the shopworn mirrors. Once more will I raise a thinning voice at the crossroads. I may again call out in the night, stubbing my mind on my heart, but I am only remembering a lighting rhythm for my thundering old song. Now, while it's still sunny, let me go, my friend, lest the wildflowers come and craze me. Back to Poems |
