Raven Haired MedeaA Poem by Vanessa WhiteleyAnthony Frederick Sandy's Medea by 1868
I am woman. I am powerful; no shy wife weak and worn out. I am the witch, Medea. The maid and wife who Jason forswore. For a new and radiant maiden my husband’s sworn to adore. But, he will remember this wife whom he promised to adore. And not forget what went before. Creon, the king of And for her, he casts me off. Craves her body to explore; in new and lustful seeking - like the frogs beside me mating. Thread, fire, glass of ember yielded from the earth’s core. Fixed in ember his betrayal is burned to my bosom's core; I don’t forget my craft before. I, Medea, am dark beauty. I am she of the raven hair. I am steeped in Through my cunning - Jason killed the sleeping dragon and stole the golden fleece. And he fled my native shore. For his sake I betrayed my father and I left my native shore. Yet, he forgets what went before. How completely, I remember the betrayal of my brother and how his young life ended. For Jason’s love I tore his flesh. My brother sacrificing – to ensure our escaping and I scattered his young body there upon an island floor. I left my father broken-hearted there upon the island floor. I shan’t forget what went before. And the silken cord bewitching and the red silk thrill me, fill me with delight, fantastic dread and a mother’s horror. It will inflame her body and kiss away my husband’s w***e. I will sacrifice my children to burn away the royal w***e. He won’t forget what went before. Can I kill these beings of beauty who I cradled in my arms, to escape my husband’s censure. I, Medea, he can’t ignore How I finger now this beading – like red droplets bleeding. Despite the mother love I bear them. I crave vengeance more. Will their spirits now condemn me? Haunt me forevermore? No, he won’t forget what went before.
© 2008 Vanessa WhiteleyAuthor's Note
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Added on February 27, 2008Last Updated on February 27, 2008 AuthorVanessa WhiteleyBristol, EnglandAboutBorn in 1560 in Stratford-upon-Avon. I have a passion for writing but my parents wanted me to marry early. I ran away from home to see if I could make my fortune in London as my older brother had d.. more..Writing
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