Medusa

Men fear Me, snake-haired Medusa.

They say I Am stony-hearted, 

turning them off, stone cold,

striking them blind.

They look in My mirror

and see what they fear.

I appear as helmet-mask

and (aegis) shield of warrior Athena.

I Am not garment, ornament;

I Am Hell met. Hello.

Parthena

(lending Her name to the Parthenon)

is parthenagenic, self-fertilizing Virgin,

author of all life.

Athena is Mother

of all arts and civilization,

protector of cities and schools.

I Am Crone, their dark moon sister,

completing their circuit of energy,

allowing

vibrant Goddess power to flow.

Yes, I whisper,

I Am snake, hooded cobra.

I Am meditation, mediation.

I Am Good Medicine!

Cadueseus of healing,

I Am two-headed,

winged snakes intertwined.

I Am Mystery!

Can't you see it is useless

to try to define Me?

Why fear what you can't understand?

I Am the hidden part of you, the Muse,

you can't control, can't use, abuse, refuse.

Yes, all of you.

The sons of Asclepius awake writhing,

with snakes in their hair,

and find themselves healed,

body, mind and soul.

Medial, I Am the door to power within;

I Am the dancing snake of your spine,

guarding the chakras.

Open to Me (loose Seducer!)

Visit Me where the Earth cracks open!

My power will be yours

(elusive Eleusinian Mysteries'

lost laughter,

assuaging all fear of death!)

I Am not this, not this.

Before, behind, and under words,

I Am fearsome jellyfish,

black-lit jewel,

waving snaky tentacles,

stinging, but also singing

in the luminous cathedral of Myself.

Wiggle your feelers, Sensitive, Medium!

Priestess, hiss, with red forked tongue!

Let's touch our bliss,

shared Sisterhood of Good.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018