Medea’s testimony at her trial

“the children are dead”:—

they were called desire and love.
it wasn’t revenge. it was freedom.

the alchemy of golden fleece is such
that all that turns into gold (&blood),
can also become a bitter, battering
concoction of carbon and sulphate
that are coated on my bosom, that
nourished the progeny of my sacrifice.

i am not spiteful. i am enraged like eyes
of a broken china doll, like the spit in
the fire, like the fever that has banished
you to bed. i am a scarlet red, a sorceress,
a demanding muse of open seams, stitches
&sudden seizures. how can i ever handle
this juggernaut of social relations?—
media monsters, movie marauders,
these Colchian dragons and fruits of
crimes of passion, my need for rebellion.

my serpentine journey back to my start
should not be taken as my loss or suicide,
i reach back into my psyche (foxglove
memories, apple armories, dreams of Circe)
to seek what is my own — i look for a home
to live, where my solitude can be permanent,
and my shoes big enough to carry my swollen
fates. i do not believe in sun-derived faiths.

the heliocentric space cannot accommodate me.

Medea — this is the coronet of a life, non-binary,
non-conforming, non-resisting, reticent, regent,
relapsing to the rosary of nocturne herbs&remedies.

i am godly, i am ghastly, a gargantuan figure of
your vile disgrace — fuck Euripides — i do not
need your malaise, none of your magnanimity.

© Anmol Arora

For my prompt, ‘On Myths & Legends‘, at dVerse, where I have asked the poets to reimagine popular myths & legends and write a poem about the same through a new tangent or perspective. Do come and participate!
Also linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at WRT, where Sanaa is hosting this week while also posing an optional challenge for the Poetry Month.

Day 23
(Inter)National Poetry Month


The Messenger

soaring to the provinces exotic,

through riddled rivers and beyond,

amid the wars waged, blood shed,

from the acreages of the admonished,

to those sprawled over thrones gilded,

voyaging over the convoluted traps,

covering every stretch, every single gap,

inebriated by the purple lord of vines,

condoning the ill will of the queen fine,

plummeting into the oceans to coral palaces,

congregating with mislaid heroes in peril,

consorting godly gifts and curses, callous,

relishing the obscured avenues, looting olives

from beneath the proboscis of wisdom,

pardoned by his tricks, and wondrous wit quick,

O Hermes, it is he who cruises through realms,

consociating the mortals with the divine,

bearer of epistles, prayers and vain wishes,

coiling snakes wrapped around his kerykeion,

his burdens carried out, instrumented by talaria,

within the cushions of which, he rests his feet,

and let these winged sandals take him,

engrave his name on scrolls of myths,

to his destinations, he is a mystic messenger,

with an avian ability, gifted, seeded by father king


The dVerse prompt today is to write about shoes. I chose talaria which are the winged sandals of Hermes. Though I have used the theme partially, I hope that is alright.

I apologize for not mentioning the mythological references in the piece earlier. They are:

1. Purple lord of vines: Dionysus

2. Fine Queen: Hera

3. To coral palaces: Palace of Poseidon

4. Heroes: Demigods(half human and half god)

5. Wisdom: Athena

6. Why stealing olives?: Olive tree was the gift from Athena for the people of Athens and therefore, the city was named after her.

7. Kerykeion: Staff of Hermes

8. Father King: Zeus

Image source



beneath the fiery moon

with a nightly sheen


moon goddess

sister of the sun god

ruling the sky


ready with her bow

ethereal goddess shoots-

echoes the cry of prey


at Ephesus

the virgin lady once stood

with her huntress gaze


Image source

For Carpe Diem # 330.

Republish: Right2Write Prompt 10: Bacchus and Midas

Note: No good responses last week. Therefore, I am extending the prompt for another week. If you are interested, write anything and add your link in the widget below.


This week, we are going mythical. Yes, we are going to enjoy the world of Greek mythology. I present to you an oil painting by Nicolas Poussin, named Bacchus and Midas. You all must be aware of these two names. Bacchus(Roman name of Dionysus) was the God of Wine and son of Zeus/Jupiter and Midas has a very famous tale attached to him- the king who could turn anything to gold by his touch. Though there are three references of King Midas in Greek mythology, the one with the gold touch is the most popular.

Bacchus and Midas by Nicolas Poussin

This painting was completed in 1630 and presently finds its abode at Alte Pinakothek, Munich, Germany. You can write anything, inspired from this painting. The thing most concrete to me is the intoxication, which would make an interesting write.

General guidelines:

1. Write a short story/poem/any other form of creative writing, getting inspiration from this classic piece of art.

2. Once you have posted your creation, kindly submit your links in the linking widget below. In case you are not able to do so, please leave your links in your comments. Also if you do not hold a blog, you can e-mail your creations to me at or post your creation in the comments section below. Anyhow, I will further publish it on this blog by your name.

3. We need more participants. So, please write something even if it is just two lines. I’d love to read anything you come up with. Inform other bloggers about the prompt. They might be interested in participating as well.

4. It is not necessary for you to use the title of the prompt (which is based on the name of the painting) in your creations.

Happy writing!

Intoxication, Ejaculation: Tanka



wine and Midas in goblet


blind with orgies of desires

flows blood of passion and greed

Bacchus and Midas by Nicolas Poussin



wine pouring out of canal

enticing ichor

ever flowing nectar of lust

golden touch of coital love


*Written in response of Right2Write Prompt 10. Please do participate yourself. For more info, click here.*