The Garden of Medusa

In all the time it takes for you

In all the time in the world

why don't you see me through

why don't see you what's held.

A stormy picture in my head

a dark cloud in the sky

thorns in the gardenbed

and then you knew I was shy.

You asked me to be with you

through the thick and thin

looking through this glass hue

I can sense I am only skin.

For your eyes are made of stone

and your lips are made of rose

and I cannot grasp this frown

the words that come have froze.

Your hair is made of snakes

to see what I may do

they hiss and shake and make

me deathly afraid of you.

I stand up against you tall

with a sword by my side

but when I see you fall

stop taking me on this ride.

And that is my Medusa

in the end you were dead.

I got a letter that said "You Sir"

it was a story never read.

Reviews

[Heather Bereskin]

Just an opinion, line 10 -11 might sound a bit more fluid as "through the thick and through the thin/looking through this opaque glass hue"
I love the context of the poem but to me it just seems it could possibly even flow a bit more. Keep up the great work though. :)