Amnesiac Perseus
Call me the amnesiac Perseus,
For I knew not of my fix
Seen unaware in my mirrored shield
Living easy with my Medusa
So easy was my plight to bear
Others saw tranquillity instead of war
and I refused to acknowledge the buckler
that I breathed instead of the air.
Yes my shield became a tarnished thing
suffered the elements of a gradual truth
Unable at last to see the mirage
I turned and realised my unmourned demise
and facing the eyes of medusa and life
Calcified and stopped my heart
Then came a Princess into my sphere
A soft kiss to magically restore my humour
A heart to beat in concert with mine
With a dream we both can follow.
No mirrored shield have I need of now
only the mirrors within my mind
Reflecting the boy within the man
Hiding fears within the pleasures
And only my princess can reach so far
As she polishes the mirrors of my ego,
She stands undressed in infinite love
holding the power to bring me to stone
Mark Broomhall
July 2001