I was the stone, I was the woman.
Upon a winter’s accord
With Medusa’s wayward glance, I melted into flesh.
But woman, I remained.
I watched her watch the men,
speaking with their hands
Their hearts in tune with their torso,
pegged in their final stand.
I beseeched for her to look again;
A redemption, an amends.
But she was long gone,
And I alone, with no one to see.
Cruel, stiff, strong
Men of stone, I envy thee.
Artwork by: Paul Huet