So that's what I've been doing, not just for a day but a whole glorious week on the island of Zakynthos, and it was in Euripides' tragedy 'Medea ' that I found inspiration for this Greek-themed Gate blog, which in anticipation of National Poetry Day will view the gate as a portal, opening to a place of refuge or sanctuary.
a Greek gate
Medea was not Greek (and that's important). She came from Colchis, in what is modern-day Georgia, on the eastern shores of the Black Sea, and thought at the time to be the land of the rising sun. What drew her into the Hellenic sphere was the fabled adventure of Jason and the Argonauts and their expedition to seize (i.e. steal) the golden fleece from KingAeëtes of Colchis, for she was the king's daughter.The golden fleece was a symbol of authority and kingship, and Aeëtes kept in hanging in a tree in a sacred grove protected by a dragon. Jason (great-grandson of Hermes) had been promised the throne of Iolcus by Pelias (who had usurped it from Jason's father) in return for the golden fleece. Medea, famed as a sorceress, fell in love with Jason and, on a promise from him of marriage, used her powers to help him thwart the dragon and steal the fleece from her father. She then eloped with Jason to Greece on the Argo and became his wife.
However, Pelias reneged on the promise to hand the throne of Iolcus to Jason, so Medea once again used her sorcery to trick Pelias's daughters into murdering their father, after which Jason and Medea had to flee Iolcus and sought refuge at the court of King Creon of Corinth, where Medea bore Jason fine sons.
In time however, Jason, wanting to further aggrandize himself and better provide for his sons, sought marriage to Creusa, daughter of King Creon. (Polygamy was not unknown in Ancient Greece. They gave the word to the world, after all.) Medea was expected to just quietly accept the arrangement and put up with being turfed out of the marriage bed for the greater good of her children, but she wasn't having any of it. Cue the play by Euripides.
Observing the classical rule of unity of time and place favoured by Greek dramatists of the 5th century BC, the tragedy of 'Medea ' plays out in the royal palace at Corinth on the day of Jason's marriage to Creusa.
Medea laments the infidelity of Jason, the man she has done so much for, the man she has cut all ties with her own family for, the man she has effectively committed murder to support. She cannot abide being replaced in his affections by Creusa, not just for the loss of face but for having her feelings for Jason spurned in such a fashion. Her grief is passionate.
Jason tries to persuade her that his marriage to Creon's daughter will give all of them greater security but she rejects this reasoning out of hand, for Creon has been good enough to them all for years as it is.
Creon, for his part, suspecting that Medea won't take kindly to Jason marrying his daughter and being fully conversant with Medea's reputation for sorcery, gives her notice to quit Corinth before she can cause any trouble for him or his family. This incenses Medea who realises she is being cast out not just from her husband's bed but from the life she has known in Corinth. She faces an uncertain future in exile with her sons and turns to Aegeus, King of Athens (who just happens to be visiting) to beseech him to offer her - a non-Greek and an imminent exile - sanctuary in Athens, as the city state is famed for its 'open gate' policy, its generosity to strangers and its humanitarian values. Aegeus gives his promise to Medea that she will be granted refuge in Athens regardless of any crimes she may have been guilty of.
Jason then informs Medea that he will not allow his sons to go into exile and advises her to make some propitiatory act to persuade Creon of her good will so he will allow her to stay, but she knows from her previous conversation with Creon that he is implacable in his insistence she must leave.
So she plots the ultimate revenge. She pretends to have reconciled herself to Jason's marriage and sends her sons to deliver two presents to the new bride, a dress and a gold coronet. Creusa puts on the dress and crown, both of which are enchanted, and soon dies of their poisonous effects and Creon, in attempting to save her, is tainted with the poison and dies too. Medea then slays her own dear sons with a knife, this act being the ultimate revenge she can inflict on the husband who has betrayed her. She flees Corinth for the promised refuge of Athens, where if she cannot find redemption she can at least find sanctuary.
Powerful stuff, you'll agree (and the title role remains a great part for any modern day actress to play).
statue of Medea with knife
For my latest poem, I've paraphrased some of the exchanges between Medea and Jason in the form of a mobile phone text conversation (hence the crafty punning title). Let me know if you think it works. I was in two minds whether or not to condense it down into text speak but for now it can stay as is. (If reading on a mobile phone, tip sideways into landscape mode for correct alignment of the poem.)Social MedeaM: I am wronged. You were my whole life,What misery, what wretchedness you've heaped on me by taking a younger wife! J: Calm down woman. I'm doing what's best for us all. If you hadn't raged against the King and Princess you could have stayed on quietly in Corinth's splendid halls but you've really queered your pitch.M: Filthy coward. Ungrateful bastard. Afterall I've done for you. This is my reward, tobe thrown over for that bitch, banished from your bed and worse, to be cast into exile through no fault of my own. J: You're just too dangerous when you're in this mood. Your reputation is your curse. That's why none of us is safe if you stay. But I won't see you penniless. I'll give you gold to go away and the sooner the better.M: If you think you can shack up with thatwhore and make her mother of our kids inmy place you'd better think again. Fuckyou Jason. I thought you were a better manthan this but you're just like all the rest. J: I'm not scared of you Medea. You'd best rein it in. Don't spurn my offer. Take this proffered purse and may good luck accompany you.M: All right! Since I cannot win, I give in.I will play the social game. As a token ofmy acceptance of the situation, I'll send theboys with presents for your new bride. J: That's my girl. I'm pleased your tide of anger has turned. Make a fresh start. You're still a good catch. It's the best way, believe me.M: Oh, but I believe in nothing anymore except cruel fate for which I am no match.Still, I shall embrace my destiny with both hands and a blackened heart,
Thanks for reading, S ;-)
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