Lindsey Calvert

Medusa

I catch the scent of roses
Jasmine and dark amber
You perfume the very air
as you walk
with a serpents grace
 
Medusa
who was so beautiful
Before the curse
Still
You walk like a river
You drift like a cloud
over the golden moon
 
All around you, statues
Men caught in time
by your fierce gaze
Lips like wine
and breath like honey
Serpents child
You walk in beauty
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