Past closing time and a huddle of heads peer
down into a velvet drawstring bag, a game
.
of chance, a game of luck, a game of stones
to be bingo called, by prospect and by plot,
.
three women of generational difference
cast about inside for a new cleaned jewel,
.
one in a wheelchair, one in a mac, one with her
hair half tied back, flying free, whipped
.
by the breeze, they lean down to see the emeralds
wink, their history a sparkle of tease,
.
memory holding to stone, the rings handed out
in turn, one for you, one for you,
.
and a new jewel for Esmeralda, to bring loyalty
to bring domestic bliss,
.
they laugh and advise; you can always sell on,
if they don’t work their magic,
.
then escape with this treasure and stone, decline
his sweet embrace and come on home,
.
the woman in the wheelchair twists, holds up
a clutch of diamonds flashing bright, saving her
.
grand-daughter a lighthouse, shining in the night.
Sarah Wallis is a poet and playwright based in Scotland. Theatrical residencies include Leeds Playhouse and Harrogate Theatre, as well as work for Leeds Fringe. Medusa Retold is due from Fly on the Wall Press, Dec 2020, a long form narrative poem retelling the myth from Medusa’s point of view. Recent work is at Selcouth Station, Ellipsis, Thimble and Lunate. Please find links at sarahwallis.net or via Twitter @wordweave.