• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 07

Oh! Medusa

reduced mostly to creeping, slithering, splashing about
turning cartwheels and feeding on garfish or mackerel

the spawn of your latest coupling with the anaconda
appear, at first sight, not unlike eels or lampreys. Look

they are a joy to watch as I stroll across Pendine Sands
in the morning mist; a living gift born to us out of myth

and here, where there is no sun, they have become
the epitome of hope, radiating warmth as they dash

and flip, chasing each other in and out of rock pools
where sea anemones blush at their antics. Faux pas or not

Medusa, you have blessed us with a charming race.