Medusa's Lament
For the Misunderstood Monster
Look now at the monster, not of my own making!
They made me this way because he made me his
Against my will in her sacred temple
How I wish he could have been punished
But no! Only I felt her wrath
How is that fair, my goddess?
I worshiped you, but no!
Only he mattered
I was nothing
I was just
Her, the
girl
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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Love this different perspective! I’m also glad to find someone who shares my interest in taking a different approach to ancient myths.