Medusa

• Alistair Moore, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

Medusa

Snakes on her head
Her scalp they are fed
I love you he said
To him she may as well be dead
If only she had stayed
If only her county she hadn't portrayed
She wonders now
was it worth it?
Her breath fowl, Her teeth yellow, Her skin green
Her personality, oh so very meal !
Poseidon her shining prince, She hasn't seen him since
Now Perseus wants to turn her to mince
If or when he comes with his sword steady
Medusa, for sure, will be read