I’ve been resting quietly in my cave for a good while now. Meditating, singing, writing limericks and remembering. A lot of remembering. It’s been 6,000 years after all.
I remember the old days when people were afraid of me, when I was reviled, slandered, and called many nasty names all of which were completely unfounded. What’s wrong with people?
But I’ll put that behind me and emerge, now and then, to give you my side of the story.
I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone.
I looked you straight in the cold eye, cold.
I was not punished, was not turned to stone –
How to believe the legends I am told?…