Fair cheeked bruised by sea salt,
if I had my vipers then.
I am not three but one.
I am not one but one
and one and one. Daughter
of terror. Sprang
fully shackled and lovely.
I can still make
things beautiful.
Pegasus, hero Chrysaor,
from my severed neck.
Send your heroes. The mirror
image of me is not me. See me
in seaweed stilled to coral. See me
in my name: to protect.
See me
if you dare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting. like, i want to understand the meaning between the lines. you have a gnawing sense about your writing. keep on, sjg