The Myth of Medusahead
The Myth of Medusahead
1
this Medusahead
a slender invasive grass
half a meter tall
this Taeniatherum
a deadly spiked type seed bed
waves upon the wind
as if hidden ancient grain
yet simple quick glance
turns the viewer into stone
linger in Medusahead
she killed your brother
with a book of simple rhyme
and a full bottle
Malted Medusahead Rye
with a thick head of tan foam
somehow you found time
to travel from a lost coast
onto fertile shore
from Mediterranean
to patch of weeds in my yard
Medusahead snarl
petrifying for so long
since 1880’s
stopping a person in tracks
where souls are solidified.
2
your dry tan barley
finds itself lodged in livestock
throats of innocent
migrating free range cattle
where they choke alone in field
invaded our shores
conquered all our western lands
through a simple stare
to hitchhike a ride on cuff
jump from one to another
visit once a year
a timed event this journey
during cool season
within the air flock of seed
a Medusahead footprint
your flowering spikes
remind us of our summers
to turn to stone
shatter onto the hard soil
of ground she will stand upon
dominant species
pushes out weaker natives
ignites easily
bringer of chaos and gloom
upon the heat of summer
3
if left untended
sprouts up in manic fashion
these spikes to heaven
or feet held down turned to stone
our pastures and fields are stilled
the real tragedy
is the rape that caused the pain
how Poseidon used
his power for ill will
the only victim here, her
oh Medusahead
caught within cotton fabric
causing discomfort
to carry this burden like snakes
the spikes in your hair
how Athena felt
when jealous over a crime
punished the victim
though raped, a Gorgon
she did not deserve her fate
destroys whole pastures
turns our flowerbeds to stone
from soft to ragged
now solid and dry and dead
one angle to another
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This wild grass invades everywhere. Nicely penned work, Jamie.
Thank you Phyllis. Jamie