Rashelle Dorcey

Medusa

This is not your average story of Medusa, in fact this is not her story at all, more like our stories alike and what she stands for in my life. It starts off as a little girl where I loved Greek mythology. I loved it so much I was practically studying it. I learned of a character named Medusa. How Poseidon, Lord of the Ocean, fell "in love" with her and "kissed" her in the temple of Athena. The angry goddess punished her priestess, Medusa turning her into a monster with snakes in her hair and the ability to turn people to stone by looking at them. Why would Athena make such a being ever exist? Only did I later discover that this Poseidon, his "kisses" were "deadly". She did not want them, they were poison to her and it left her grief stricken and considered as an infidel by the virgin goddess Athena. But in a different version, Athena felt bad for Medusa, but could not go with out punishing her, (because Greek myths). So this once beautiful priestess, Medusa, was gifted with the ability to turn intruders (particularly men) into stone, because she just wanted to be left alone to grieve out the rest of her days.