Lynda Scott Araya
Bio Note: I am an educator and writer and I co-own a beautiful heritage bed and breakfast in rural New Zealand. My passion has always been writing. I have had work published in New Zealand and in Verse-Virtual, Grey Thoughts and Wards. I have forthcoming work also.
Medusa Meets Her Hairstylist
What can I do with my curly hair during Lockdown? Medusa asked her hairstylist Observing, of course, social distancing Although her nest of snakes, oily black Writhed to be free To sun in the heat of the day. Powerful and poisonous, they Stood on their tails ready to strike. With minds of their own They twirled as though Lovers testing out a new bed Twisted limbs tying private love knots Unaware of a small boy watching Terrified in the shadows. The hairstylist stepped back from the snakes With their pointed mouths And forked tongues that hissed demands. The pandemic had dried up the moisturisers Stilled the salon of the chatter of women Preening their plumage Reflecting on themselves. He looked at Medusa and her snakes How hideous he thought them Like thick black coarseness sprouting Unheeded from a woman’s bathing suit. Now, he told her, There are more important issues. Shutting his salon door He sat alone before the mirror. In his haggard face, the empty shelves behind him He saw his own demise.
©2020 Lynda Scott Araya
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