They are a rose-colored symphony,
these cherry blossoms,
they embrace the wind in dead hours of the day
and converse with clouds,
almost as though exchanging chronicles
to and fro– I daresay
there is a passage regarding my muted gold past
somewhere inside leaf and sepal.
I was mortal and strangely so, born
to the primordial Gods,
there wasn’t an inch of land or sky that didn’t
I had the unrelenting need to cup beautiful
chaos of chaste stars in my palms,
and amble aimlessly in wheat fields after sundown.
I was told to be beautiful,
bottle blond wavy hair styled loose, in front
of shoulders, they were a bit longer
than I’d have liked, but it was in vogue back then,
are you listening, Poetess?
I glance up and smile innocently, “Yes I am, go on.”
Medusa gave me an icy look and continued with her
story, I needed to keep her occupied
so that Pan, god of nature, could finish collecting
samples from the great black ocean,
one, which was rumored to be the elixir of youth.
I wasn’t keen on growing old anytime soon.
She opened her mouth to speak and for a
moment I forgot as to why I was there
in the first place,
for what followed, could only have been described
in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, I was mesmerized.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to be
Eyes as opium, I was born on the wrong side
of the algorithm,
with robes that were made purely of green chiton,
unlike my sisters.
I loved the sea, unfortunately which is what led
me to my misfortune.”
‘Does it bother you, knowing that Poseidon
wasn’t condemned by Athena?
To my surprise, Medusa chuckles and helps
herself to a few autumn olives.
“Don’t be so naïve, Poetess! Do you truly believe
me to be incompetent?
Why do you think I altered the ocean’s capability
to revert a human back to youth?”
And just like that, I am jolted back to my senses,
the ocean … what! So, was all this for nothing?
Medusa glares and spits fire, for at that moment
my tongue betrays and slightly
Mongolian features give away the plot;
I hold on to double-edged sword and prepare for
battle, some things never change.
Photo credits: Rural path leading to severe misty mountain, Pexels.
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