|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|Villain Song for Medusa
Sometimes the green monster in me
still believes it’s a bud-pink maiden.
When I half-close my lids to dream,
the snakes uncoil from my crown.
They swish down like golden hair.
Again, my skin is young. I am fair.
I trick myself to hold love’s stare
with this bloodstone glare.
I do not blame the boys now
for being afraid of what they see.
What other choice rose out
from heaven for me? My goddess
first-bloom plucked in Poseidon’s sea.
His seduction, my miserable ripening.
About Tammy Robacker