The Muse as Medusa

I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone.
I looked you straight in the eye, cold.
I was not punished, was not turned to stone.
How to believe the legends I am told ?
I turn your face around! It is my face.
That frozen rage is what I must explore --
Oh secret, self-enclosed and ravaged place!
This is the gift I thank Medusa for.
                        May Surton,
                        derived from "Meeting The Madwoman"

The great sea
Has sent me adrift,
It moves me as the weed in a great river,
Earth and the great weather move me,
Have carried me away,
And moved my inward parts with joy.
                     ~ Eskimo Woman Shaman
                         derived from "Meeting The Madwoman"

The Caged Bird

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
              ~ Maya Angelou

Your body soft as siris flowers,
Engages passions utmost powers
How come it is that your heart is hard
As stalks the siris-blossoms guard ?

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