Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Mar 22, 2008 11:17:18 GMT -5
Medusa vs. Muse
Your deep eyes, goddess-bright,
are paralyzers with a magnitude
exceeding reason with the sly and slight
batting of lashes, and a look, imbued
with more than beauty’s stare.
Medusa was your pure antithesis.
Unclosing eyes and coiling serpent-hair
provided seekers with a stony kiss
which, dry with hate, returned
a man’s investment in a sidelong glance
with what clandestine voyeurism earned:
a life transfigured in a perma-stance.
I look at you, full-face,
your eyes alight, those lashes shaped and curled
to flutter, wing-like, to your proper place
with muses who create the poet’s world,
a universe alive
with fluid music, scored in metered rhyme,
a weave of thawing motion to revive
the mute unticking of a frozen time.
Your deep eyes, goddess-bright,
are paralyzers with a magnitude
exceeding reason with the sly and slight
batting of lashes, and a look, imbued
with more than beauty’s stare.
Medusa was your pure antithesis.
Unclosing eyes and coiling serpent-hair
provided seekers with a stony kiss
which, dry with hate, returned
a man’s investment in a sidelong glance
with what clandestine voyeurism earned:
a life transfigured in a perma-stance.
I look at you, full-face,
your eyes alight, those lashes shaped and curled
to flutter, wing-like, to your proper place
with muses who create the poet’s world,
a universe alive
with fluid music, scored in metered rhyme,
a weave of thawing motion to revive
the mute unticking of a frozen time.
