Medea in Firelight

Medea, the mother,

In firelight

Altar of witchcraft

Hot and white

 

Eyes of the Chorus

Wild in Rage

Censure burns

The pungent sage

 

Spirits venomous

Woolly gold

Weaving the bitter

Song of old

 

Medea, the mother

‘Till a moment ago,

Barefoot in blood

And wailing woe

 

-JSMB 2017