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“When Poseidon pinned her
To the temple stones, her voice
Flared like pyre-wood,
Faded like smoke.
‘As Perseus bore down upon her
She bestrode the pitted ground;
The snakes that writhed from her head
Cried mercy of the clouds.
‘From her neck, Pegasus sprang –
The white horse spread his wings,
And bore her name through Greece
Swooping to Cretan shores.
‘Her blood birthed the corals
Of the Red Sea – sharp as tongues.
O Hera, grant Medusa
Her legacy: woman, monster, might!”
― Orphia and Eurydicius
To the temple stones, her voice
Flared like pyre-wood,
Faded like smoke.
‘As Perseus bore down upon her
She bestrode the pitted ground;
The snakes that writhed from her head
Cried mercy of the clouds.
‘From her neck, Pegasus sprang –
The white horse spread his wings,
And bore her name through Greece
Swooping to Cretan shores.
‘Her blood birthed the corals
Of the Red Sea – sharp as tongues.
O Hera, grant Medusa
Her legacy: woman, monster, might!”
― Orphia and Eurydicius
“Understand this: death is not tragedy. Death removes us from pain. You see, pain abides in life. It lies in putting one foot after the other when every step brings the torment of loss.”
― Orphia and Eurydicius
― Orphia and Eurydicius
