Poem -
Medusa II
Breaking the Gaze
a sonnet; for my love
Protruding cold-stone spears of aching need
move strangely in the light as shadows writhe
A nightmare creature’s taming was the seed
And authoress of such marble-men’s demise.
Her nightmare kiss ~ enticing and unspoken:
brings viper bites ~ caresses of the asp
But tender hooks sink deep where men are broken
and voices sing from eyes of painted glass.
These idol fascinations now illicit
no idle stirrings (dormant) from within
But scorch with sweet sensation of hot kisses
like branding-irons drawn across my skin.
To break the gaze; a bright blade I must wield
and peer through pale reflection of a shield.
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Comments
I guess I'm left with no choice but to read "Medusa 1" ...I'd come for a Sonnet class...Enjoyed
Thanks Rose...as always.
I created 'Medusa I' by taking this sonnet, pulling it apart and then rebuilding it as a pantoum. One of the great things about the different poetic forms is how, with the same basic material, you can create such a different effect/tone/story depending on which form you use.
Glad you "Enjoyed".
J x
I love this! (Both of them) same words with such different sentiment! You have have an immaculate way with words Jason. The marble men have failed in their advances!.... Freeing Medusa from such bitter emptiness is a kindness.
Lorna x
Thanks Lorna. So glad you like it.
And I love your take on her ultimate demise...truth be told, I hadn't thought of it in that way...but the more I do, the more I think you my be right!!
J xxx
Wow; when I read poetry like this Jason
I think how fortunate to read poetry of this caliber : your lexicon is magnificent;
To write in this form of a sonnet with such depth is hard work; you nailed it!
Best wishes from Jai:)
wow gorgeous J, always a pleasure to partake in your beautiful masterpieces
Very clever.....and no less poignant than No.1.
Great work from your talented pen......
Mick.
My Dear Friend Jason,
I, Perseus, have found love
Yet, it threatens my very being
For also have I found a coldness in her gaze
It belies the warmth she attempts to impart
So, I must shield my heart, and tread lightly
I must reach to its scabbard
And surreptitiously wield my sword
So this love won't go to "my" head
But to hers
Peace and love,
Larry xxx
My dear Larry,
I read this earlier in the afternoon, but then time and the day ran away from me and it took till now to circle back to it.
You have stolen the march on me, Master Ran!!
For the last couple of days, I've been tinkering with a new Petrarchan sonnet on this very subject. But you've read deep within the lines of this Shakespearean offering and seen all there is; and then, with your own poem, went off wandering in the terrain I had thought to explore myself in due course. I'd say, 'great minds think alike'...but I think we'd both take even greater comfort from the fact that we are scouting in lands already mapped out by Horace and Hesiod.
Not for the first time his week, I'm going to suggest that you post this work as a poem in its own right; rather than let it founder here as a mere "Comment": I, for one, do not believe that such a perceptive and moving piece should go unappreciated.
your friend & fan,
J ;)
My Dear Friend Jason,
I am astounded and almost speechless. For me, your works are so replete with tremendous depth and knowledge, that it's almost like I am back in school, taking a literature course, mesmerized by the erudition of my professor. I actually have trepidation oft times when responding to one of your writes, for fear that I've misinterpreted it. This is the second time in a week that you have lauded my response, and encouraged me to publish it on my site. I feel like I have just been handed back two term papers from my beloved professor, and they've both been marked "A+". As per your suggestion, I will publish it. Again, I am dumbfounded.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx