Medusa’s Last Dream


Writhing snakes relax

her with soft caresses.

She dreams:


of youth, her beauty;

flowing raven tresses,

puberty, womanhood.


Glances from men,

lips made for kissing

and unfulfilled desires.


When men

look at her now

they are turned to stone.


She becomes restless

feels a stirring

in her womb:


the dream changes,

to a horse – Pegasus

a horse with wings . . .


Les Merton was made a Bard of Gorsedh Kernow in 2004 for services to Cornish Literature. He is the founder and editor of Poetry Cornwall and the author of seventeen books, six of which are poetry collections. 

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