Poetry Month 16 – Medusa

I love Carol Ann Duffy, as I have already said. I’ve already shared two of her poems – though I did so on twitter (mentioned here).

This one is from The World’s Wife – which I adore. It was the first of her books I read, and still my favourite. I love it for the same reason I love The Red Tent by Anita Diamant – history retold through the eyes of the women glossed over in the traditional versions of the stories.

Go read Medusa. I somehow can’t help reading it with a snarl on my face. It’s anger, but it’s bitter and sour and sad.

Wasn’t I beautiful
Wasn’t I fragrant and young?

Look at me now.

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