A mythic poem of beauty, jealousy, and the consequences of a corrupted soul
Medusa
Medusa, Medusa, where is your head?
Perseus now has it, now you are dead
Turned to stone, all who looked on your face
Statuesque testimonies to your hideous gaze
Vipers slithered and fought as your life-draining hair
Too ugly for even your own monstrous stare
You defiled your own being with jealousy and hate
Your demonic self-love driviesbyour ill-born fate
Though born beautiful, your jealousy raged
In a fit of betrayal, Athena’s vengeance was waged
No longer a maiden of beauty and lust
Now, a reflection of evil that turned all to dust
Others who knew you longed for your death
Conspiring with Perseus to plan your last breath
The battle was set: with wings, shield, and sword
Gifts from the gods, your death their reward
The atrocious remains of your head rest on a shield
Athena the bearer, you’ve become the weapon she wields
No more poison from your mortal, volatile soul
Now a remnant of mythology, an ugly, dark troll
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.