From the Journals of Antaeus

Antaeus was slain by Hercules, that none would know the truth of Amazons and their Queens.

Out of the night, the Amazon. With tawny skin

and braided hair, the sergeant's smile

caught in her teeth: Medusa. Her name

is the howl of my brothers twitching

in acrid fields. O that tangle of serpents

about her head whips frenzy into her eyes: dreaded

locks flicker blood, like tongues, snickering

in a hunter's moon. Leaps from horseback--

a whirl of short swords and a single red shriek:

even Gaia stands still for her daughter's

stride. And I am struck by companions

to ravel her story, as Greek generations

must never know that for just one kiss

I would stand here forever, and watch

her as she spits fire, and my brethren

die as they embrace her sword arm.

Reviews

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

The mystery of your words enchant this reader and I thank you for kindly sharing them with me today

[Angela]

Your writing is truly amazing. I keep looking for anything to be improved on, but am at a loss. I think you would do well writing novels on the dawning of the world. I know I would read!

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Medusa. Amazing description of her. She's not a favorite of mine, but after reading this she could be.