The Bloody Chamber Re-Imagined

My mother was a wild thing, Like Medusa. Her white mane of hair, Billowing, Seized by the sea. A rearing horse beneath her, The witness of fury. And the bearded figure, Still Utterly transfixed. As a child, My mother had disposed of a tiger And again she raised the gun, My father’s service gun, A… Read more »

by WillStarling 1 year ago

My mother was a wild thing,

Like Medusa.

Her white mane of hair,

Billowing,

Seized by the sea.

A rearing horse beneath her,

The witness of fury.

And the bearded figure,

Still

Utterly transfixed.

As a child,

My mother had disposed of a tiger

And again she raised the gun,

My father’s service gun,

A bullet through my husband’s head.