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