Bonnie Bright Poems

I, Medusa, have finally come into rest. I have moved into a new sense of being-one in which I feel valuable, no longer destined to live out my fate as a monster. How did this remarkable transformation come to occur? I will tell you my story.

I was young and beautiful once. Looking back into myself, I see, now, that I was also still sleeping. My name meant queen. My father, Phorcys, raised me to be a regal figurehead, a prize for some suitor not yet named but already chosen.
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