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Geremia
Geremia
Feb 27, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

MEDUSA: DEADLY FASCINATION

MEDUSA :  DEAD;Y FASCINATION Driven by deadly curiosity
Thirst to know more of life's
Mysteries
They came
To witiniess one of Hell's
Abominatiions
But
Deeper into darkness they fell
Never to see the light
Again A crown of serpents
Hissing warnings
Angered by i the intrusioin
of the human kind
Medusa
Slowly moved
Out of the mist
With serpentine thrusts
To and fro
Dancing sensuality
And  mad seduction
Ready for anther kill
Of
Those who dared to want
To know Mesmerized
By
The horror of her
Beauty
Paralyzed
By a strange fascination
They stood
Unable now to escape
Medusa’s charms
Promises of ecstasy
Dying in her arms They came to see and to know
What should not be seen
What should not be known
Now life’s pleasures gone
Their soul trapped
In walls of stone   
— Geremia, Feb 27, 2010

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raskin

16 years 3 months ago

Fascinating spin on Greek

Fascinating spin on Greek mythology. Temptation, forbidden knowledge can chain a soul. Very good, great ending. raskin
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

J.B.

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thanks! Longo
R

raskin

16 years 3 months ago

A poem is always good when I

A poem is always good when I come back and I've been thinking about it. After reading this I started thinking of Medusa's hair, the serpents. I started thinking of of venom, poison and the fascination people can have with snakes. This led me to think about how words, expression, mannerisms, tone can be venomous. Initially how fascinating an individual can be but as time goes on the poison sinks in and can paralyze to inaction. Having had their self esteem, individuality sucked out. Great poem, if I didn't give it five stars I should have. raskin
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

Like the falling of a boulder down the scree

Ann of Norway "They came to see and to know What should not be seen What should not be known Now life’s pleasures gone Their soul trapped In a coffin stone" Like the falling of a boulder down the scree in their last dance of ecstasy they fell, this bit sounding their disbelief at their fate as they turned and turned into stone, precaution throw away, too late. In a modern film I forget the name, Medusa is so well depicted with live snakes on her head; a film I didn't know about, and wouldn't have gone to see and yet it was so well made if a little pretty sometimes, it was well worth having winessed. If we mirror our fates beforehand perhaps in some cases we can avoid falling into their powers! Annuccia.
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaI posotoed

J.B. Longo-Geremia I posotoed tohoe wroong version.The entire first s tainzia was rewritten znd other changes were made :)
judyanne

judyanne

16 years 3 months ago

Fantastic write Longo.I find

Fantastic write Longo. I find it hard to believe the version you meant to post could've been any better. It gave me chills, and I could almost feel the inability to move, the horror of seeing poor Medusa, (I say poor because I have always felt sorry for Medusa - it was never her fault,) and the regret for wishing to discover forbidden knowledge. Judy
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

Capito Longobardolino.

Ann of Norway Its a powerful story told in a powerful manner. What visions you conjure up and we are all glad it is only a myth!!!!! Love Annuccia.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Stone faces often crack up

Stone faces often crack up in a smile, Longo. Love you, Anna "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

Annuccia and Anna

J.B. Longo-Geremia We are all the children of Eve-- I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, yes? Love from Joe
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Only if you believe in the

Only if you believe in the stories handed down. However, apples are always good. Hug. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

Apples...

J.B. Longo-Geremia They give me acid reflux.
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

ROFL. Oranges do that for

ROFL. Oranges do that for me, however, I think I saw you crack a smile. Love, Anna "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThere you

J.B. Longo-Geremia There you go sgain, my Anna, compapring apples and oranges...:) Love from Joe P.S. Re: the subject of childhood pulchritude: I had the cutest dimples on my cheeks. People came from miles around to see-- no wonder my poor little tush was always so cold. :):):Z)
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

My darling Guiseppe, never

My darling Guiseppe, never let it be said that I let a good comparison fall by the wayside. ;-) Hug, Anna "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Welllllll…………there

Welllllll............there ya go, Guido.... you should have had your heiny soundly warmed! Winks of love, ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti