ASTRID BRIDGWOOD -
MEGARA’S ODE
I am home again call it duty call it war heavy
hungry salivating throne waiting golden-glory deserved
I promised come home pray kneel before altar blackened
What are men made to do but love? This is love I call it
love stricken dark eyes red wide pulsing I know love I know
the gods called it love whispered before me
flickering images altar-torches I promised you
here I am home again battle aching shoulders
truth in my ear goddess spake red smoke like vines like hope
I knew my wife would be faithful my beautiful
children my love kneeling her body earth-damp I am the altar
Christened with venom and godhead favorite hated Hera
begging for innocence it’s me darling know me this is love
is love my club this club is my love my lion-skin future
strike me father please clarity mind clouds first trial
I will not be found unworthy. Promised me glory
me made weak by oath made small body grew caged killed
snakes with my hands childhood poisoned father skyward
storm-abandoned I promised return to the hearth you keep
they love me for it I am dutiful. She made me worthy
Cursed me her tongue heavy with ichor me bastard son
Sweet wife: I will love you with your blood on my hands.
I am indebted fire-trialled palace-dizzy eyes rolling
buzzing prophecy body forged envy woman scorned
She hated me hated her husband resents me as she loves him
I kill for her like every son for the mother he deserves
Does a goddess regret? I see it my writhing foaming
Bloodlust she makes me great makes me hero makes me
Saved my name Herakles built me muscle bones skin
veins draped over arms shaking with effort your body shaking
before me begging where is my throne? Usurper!
Call me killer call me forsaken miasma rolling from me
panting wet breath blackness love duty penance
Father named me golden named me wife forgotten
ecstasy’s final moment before release mortal womb son
doomed by godhood punished I wake. Fingernails black
scummy mouth red teeth aching sated at last my halls my love!
Ruby empty.
Astrid Bridgwood is an eighteen year old poet from North Carolina with a love for printmaking and playing guitar. Astrid's work tends to focus on her girlhood struggles with love, mental health, and body image. You can find her featured in Peregrine Mag, Ember Chasm Review, and upcoming in Storm of Blue Press.
Follow her on Twitter @astridsbridg