Seeking Medusa
(poetry slam version)

I want to see monstrous Medusa.

I want to see her as Gorgon.

I want to see her full-lipped and full-hipped.

I want to see her,
I want to see Her!

I search for her.
Images, renderings, and statues abound,
What I see is Barbie™ Medusa,
I see how the patriarchy sees.

Even a goddess,
in order to be seen!
to be worshipped!
to have place on the altar!
Must look Just So.
Body of Hollywood beauty,
Fair of face,
where only the hair can be writhing,
Reminiscent of orgasmic tussle to succumbing.

I want to see Medusa of olde!

I want her face large!
unbecoming!
Twisted in rage!

I want full mouth keening with despair,
as distorted eyes pop her stony gaze.

I want Medusa,
in all her monstrous glory.
I want Medusa as is.

When I do glimpse her monstrous –
Gorgon face contorted,
full of power
and blazing eyes –
Her bloody head hangs from Perseus’ hand.

Message received.

I want to see Medusa!
Repulsed and repulsive!
Raw power of monster
In modern day.

I honour unsightly Medusa!

Not Disney™ Medusa,

Not Medusa thru the male gaze.

I want to see Medusa!
In all her monstrosity…

So I may be seen in all of mine.

~Boneweaver/Pamela V Jones ©2016