Women of Myth

Medusa
The green-sweatered woman
rounds the corner,
the wind whips her hair
(the tendrils,
those tiny serpents,
they coil and uncoil).
I freeze in her sight.

Cassandra
I can see
but cannot say.
You will win,
entirely slay.
We can fight,
still cannot sway
your forces.

Nausicaa
You say you wander,
your heart sacrificed
to one across the sea.
Despite your nakedness
I am touched
by your geniality.
I do not doubt
the grief you share
in spite of your virility.