Medusa, The Myth Unfold Poem by Xelam Kan™

i am unable to understand the poem..sorry

Wonderful, dear GulJohn. Medusa is immortal. she might be gallivanting in some old rocky caverns of legendary Greece, or even clinging on a rough scaled viper, still counting the beads of ages for a real rebirth! No characters, whether mythological, or pure mortal, would ever move beyond the hard scribbled destiny! (I have read a similar fate in a hindu mythological character too, who had turned a boulder by curse, later when the feet of Lord Rama touched her, got cleared off the curse and turned a woman of immense charm; Ahalya her name! You, the blessed bard who has emancipated Medusa from the obnoxious clutches of mythology, sure will be chased to adorn her remaining mortal life! Of course, your verses if flow across her parents, Phorkys and Keto would sure to be proud of you as a nephew? (smile) . See, desire has always been a cause of misery in history! She wanted to gaze the sunny south, which caused her get stricken by the envy of the Goddess of Wisdom! See, history stands a solid witness, wisdom too has been envious! I am not in favor of Perseus at all as he has conquered the nation of those women; whether they devils or not; The Gorgons. He has all the curses of her sisters still lingering. I am sad at the story though, but your skill of deliberate twist to drive one stick to the versification is called Pure Art Form. Bravo! Some mechanics of wring to be minded, I request. At one part to sound the meter, one ‘a ‘is missing. Please consider; though they are not of much relevance. Great Read. Full of love and regards, dear GulJohn (good that i had it clipped!)

A very enjoyable tale of beauty / goodness versus evil with a tragic end, with amazing flair of delivery of words and with your beautiful style of writing. Inspired write! !

Evil shall be removed; it is a western concept, but evil be removed by virtueA good narrative.

Medusa, blind the shadow with the eyes of brightness...The myth of adoration, done in poetry with perfection..running on the paper as it revealed the fancies of poet...Again it alive from folded history, a myth and ancient story in a version where the rhyme build up for once again to Medusa stand and proud, very nice job Gulsher_Soul

With venomous vipers, rattling around her neck, That turned a being into rock With her noxious gaze and look. you know, perhaps, that many of the so-called Greek statues were not carved out of stone, but were actually living beings turned into stone by Medusa's gaze. kind of like the effect my first wife had on a few people. this poem now resides also in my (bri edwards') PH A Showcase For PH Poets [May edition]. thanks for sharing it with my readers, Xelam. i especially enjoyed reading these lines, especially as they rhymed: ............ T.he anguish that never had quenched A fragrance that turned into a stinky stench, As she refused the gods to be wench................'stench' reminds me of my SECOND wife. :) :) :) Perhaps Perseus will do the same favor for us someday. bri :)

Great poem indeed! Liked it but never read about Medusa, first time to get to know about her, curious!

Excellent and narrative of thoughts not much known to the poets like me. It is a work of great didactic value and has to be one of your best poems... All the best Mr John

another brilliant poem from a brilliant poet.................

Simply A Medusa story very organized and easy to understand a great Greek poem.