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Medusa

Wednesday 21st April 2021
by Sophya Polevaya

A living coronet
nyctinastic
conjured from
feminal beauty and rage
once an inviting black iris
before the storm
now wide awake
dilated
on the qui vive.

Balayage barley curls
of grace
now repoussé serpentine ropes
a hexad of strength
coiling, twisting, unfurling
in polyphony
this breathing armour
akin to the Gordian knot
shaping shifting
with its own
communicable magic
allopathic to
antagonistic forces
ready to attack
and bite.

Bound to her
this spirit chevalier is
adorning Lady M
the baroque
star crossed Queen.
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Sophya Polevaya 2021