Medusa Poem
By seannelson
Sun, 08 Aug 2021
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Madame of the Mythical Deep;
Kindly, fellow sufferer
Help me shake off sleep.
Let us slow dance beneath this pulsing moon;
Please sing me a song:
a blues cancion
a hissing harp ballad
regaling the ear
with two thousand lost ancient worlds...
and the magical possibilites man slew
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The weird sisters
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
- Macbeth -
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