
Medea
By Marilyn W. Richardson
By Marilyn W. Richardson
With trembling fury
she paints the cloak and crown,
filling each fold and recess
with a sorceress’ fatal potion.
she paints the cloak and crown,
filling each fold and recess
with a sorceress’ fatal potion.
Here, my husband, a gift for your new bride.
I, your barbarian wife, though cast aside,
accept my fate and flee to Aegeus in Athens.
I, your barbarian wife, though cast aside,
accept my fate and flee to Aegeus in Athens.
The enchantress, her spite hidden in fleece
keeps eyes downcast lest Jason see her intent.
When news comes of the fiery
death of the young bride to be,
Medea inhales her vengeance—
a woman scorned, engorged
with magical justice.
Published in Utah Voices & Poetry on Canvas
An artistic annual, 2012