Persephone Poems

Persephone Screams Peace

    light   d i m m e d  for  Hathor
she wants to bring in Persephone

chocolate candle dripping consciousness
creating a new silicone valley of light//sound//water//spectral multidimensional fields//

cheap caramel cinnamon wine leaks
from cracked tumbler like DMT bubbles
rose petals slowly  f
         

Sorrow's Children

Persephone, as sorrow and as grief,
The world and all its tales are told in brief.
The mirth of all the ages comes to this:
A sunlit sorrow and a broken bliss.
The laws of sorrow rule the lives of men!
And we are different words within that line,
That may, together, solve its mysteries when
Arranged within a harmony divine.
And therefore,

Persephone Creates the Seasons

Yet, I do know a little of the law:
For all its forms but fortify from flaw.
To that which renders beauty must it serve,
Nor from this purpose, may it ever swerve.
From solemn silence, symphonies upswell,
And half the year I’ll dwell in Asphodel.
For I have found that - there are autumns, too,
And ice of winter doth the

The Wrath of Demeter

Born on the islands that gleam in the sea,
Born in contentment and born to be free,
Raised in your midst with your faults as they be,
Gone is my daughter, sweet Persephone.
And any flower that blooms in any part,
Has bloomed before that in my aching heart.
And she had taught me - what the summer meant;
And in her

Persephone

Struggling
With carrying branches to dry for kindling,
Cursing
the seemingly extra long winter and those
who keep bringing it;
a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven,
and a rush of unseen limbs streak past me.
Both alight before the barbed wire fence I keep meaning to repair
in the spring
in the summer
in the fall.
She turns her silhouette, robed in silver fur,

Persephone returns

Gray,
Dismal
Rainy days.
Then leafless trees,
As it gets warmer,
All start to sprout new buds.
Migratory birds appear.
Abandoning the underworld, 
And the ruler of the dead, Hades,
Persephone returns to Demeter.

Persephone

Persephone
Queen of the Underworld
Wife of Hades
Surrounded by demons
Greek Goddess of spring
Easily tempted
A tiny bit cursed
Full of innocence
Persephone

Persephone

The wind carries my song
From my lips to the corners of the earth,
And the flowers in gladness bloom, 
The trees stand a little taller,
And the springs bubble from the roots of the mountains.
The wind carries my whispers
From my teeth to the skies.
But I am oblivious to their sound;
My musings fall not upon my own ears.
Give

Drink

In the Underworld they drink pomegranate margaritas 
I am certain.
If you had an endless supply of damned fruit to yourself 
would you not do the same?

I’m sure Hades is sick of slender Persephone
in her pink rose perfume
and lilac pearls
telling him he drinks too much,
that he might just drink himself to death
if he wasn’t already there.

Letter To Persephone

I apologise for killing you,
Can you ever forgive me?
Yes you can, I know you can
You know how the things have been.

You know how the things have been,
Almost 10 years of weeping
I know just how tired you were,
About time, I put you to sleep.

You've grown so much since
The first and the second try.
Still you're here, at

Symphony of Persephone

Drinking red wine 
as a 
downward shift

A shift toward slowing 
down
to see, the softer side
of her

Things that go bump in the 
night, 
with sweet clattering sounds

but oft go unnoticed 
by 
the rushed mind of brutes 

Yes – it may look 
like a moss-covered
forest 
to you,
young lady

But in reality, you are 
walking  
in the quantum

The Divine Tides

I welcome your winds, these triumphant storms. 
The gleeful cries of the mother who mourned.
Winds carry my soul as I cheer with thunderstorms.
Quickly I shall ride on the fields once scorned.

Creation flits upon Demeter’s song.
New life, a chorus filling lands once dead.
Songs so divine lure Helios along.
Twas Persephone so pure he had glimpsed.

Your gales hold

What King Forsakes the Ruling of His Heart

What king forsakes the ruling of his heart
To bow before a queen of cruel sting
Who takes but six sharp bites and then departs
When west wind and sun play in brutal spring—
Least of all the high king of Arctic gold
Who will call all at last to his domain;
Why fiercely kiss disloyal marigold
As if silk petals could

Persephone

hey;)

The Sins of Persephone

Do you want to know how the pomegranates tasted?
Oh mother dear, would you like to know how they felt?
Like freedom.
Oh mama, don’t you know?
He didn’t kidnap me.
He didn’t have to.
If we’re being honest here,
I stole him.
With all his darkness and silence,
his dark kingdom with no queen-
it’s so alluring.
No longer am I merely a flower
and the

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