My poem Medusa Is My Avatar in El Paso News
Medusa on BigTree, MoonCourt, Blue Mountains – Photo by Glenys Livingstone
Medusa is my avatar
Her moon mouth opened in a scream, whether in agony or passion is hard to discern.
The stone face is pocked with marks caused by the process of becoming.
Brows writhe in rhythm with the mass of unbrushed hair.
This is a face that turned small men to stone, so terrifying her gaze and howling mouth that they were forced to kill her.
Yet even severed from her soured body, her head lives. Not as a trophy, but as a scourge.
by Donna Snyder