Medusa
Medusa turned me to stone
I became an effigy in my own home
Even when I tried to speak
I found my tongue was tied in my cheek
But now
The feeling is returning
Like an awakening in the mourning
My heavy heart is stirring
Like a flutter of birds conferring
The tangle is uncoiling
From the centre I am unspoiling
Perseus cut off her head
Now she is dead she is dead she is dead
From the mess new life is born
Pegasus and Chrysaor!
The feeling is returning
Like an awakening in the mourning
My heavy heart is stirring
Like a flutter of birds conferring
The tangle is uncoiling
From the centre I am unspoiling