Medea's Legacy

             Medea’s Legacy

               

Crushed violets, 
midnight-blue scent,
     

Greek lullaby threads the night
 She floats and lingers.

Spitting an artful net 
My-Lady Spider weaves and spins--

Hearts swaddled amongst the stone corners

Spinning Spider, will you take me there?

Wrapped in your silken love? Will you lick me

Clean; and, stop the red upon my legs and up above?

Or, will you bite my mewling soul and yank it back--from love?

                     

Wear my pestle shoe

Where under once a clump of baby violets grew

Let me suckle at your breast--your nightshade brew

Before the morning dawn and cleansing dew.

Now, Medea: stroke my eyes to sleep alone;

Drain my heart ‘til dry--as desert bone;

Swaddle me in your carded blisters; and,

Hang me in the cornerstones--amongst my sisters. 

Take and wear my pestle shoe

Where under once a clump of baby violets grew.

Now, before the morning dawn and cleansing dew,

Suckle me at your breast--let loose its nightshade brew

At last, Medea,  swaddled in your carded blisters;

Stroke my eyes --to sleep alone;

Drain my heart ‘til dry--as Roman bone;

Drop me in the ancient stones to sleep amongst my sisters.
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[g+Mary Nicholson, Bobby Wilson, Pennie Aschbacher]