Furies and Gorgons


Blusterless Agamemnon

The wind gone from your sails

Buy a fair breeze

With your daughter’s blood

And get a hurricane

With talons in it.


Medusa rises from the abyss

With serpents rising from her hair

Each slithering shape gazing

With the face of the oppressed:

Despised daughters, belittled

Sisters, grieving mothers,

Abandoned widows and

Rejected lovers.


Quick, Perseus!

Raise your mirror 

before their stares

Strike home into 

your stony heart.


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