Short Persephone Poems
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Persephone has two eyes out for me
One for life; one for death; one for thee
That makes three
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
you are calling for me
with sweet melodies
from the underworld,
"Oh Persephone come back to me"
imbued with sobs,
negligently i slip into your arms -
how dantesque of me to
conjure an inferno upon me.
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.
Is it rue, my soul, that many times Hade’s gates you have to cross, wisdom to gain?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 February 2016
*Hades, one of the Olympians, ruler of the underworld, husband of Persephone.
persephone thoughts
snow slants
across my window
blowing north into south
except for the rebel
who swirls occasionally
down from the chimney
enough of cold and gray
I think of
the golden beetles
clustered
on my moon flower leaves
they shine like nuggets
in a pirate's chest
When Persephone returns in May
to gladly blossom earth
with her devotion,
see me as you gaze up
at night’s bright sky; I am Virgo.
Within the cluster of
my vast celestial constellation,
I am the blue-white heat of Spica,
scintillating my desire
deeply into moonglade.
fascinating…
buds, blooms, butterflies
banquets of cuckoos, swallows
cute color cocktails
captivating…
Sun so punctual
earth jollily lighted up
universe tranquil
enchanting…
music, songs, dances
presence of Persephone…?
perfect ambiance
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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 springs renew.
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.
Seeds of pomegranate
in my belly
This girl wonders how much of her
Is alive
above ground
Or circling Cerebus
as he chases his tail
(If u r stuck in a dream then aren't u only half living?)
I live with eyes wide open
The Gorgon's stare does not deter
We use people as tarot cards
to guide our destiny
Entrails are likely more reliable
The snow puddles about the base
of the arbor
in hollows and eddies;
clinging to the earth like Mother’s milk.
Tire tracks embrace it.
Fog, the breath of Persephone, rose from it.
The snow cleansed the last
bit of bitter Winter broth
from the Mother’s skin.
Daffodils emerge, erect, from warm pockets
of Fall debris, and crumbling chrysalis
to welcome Spring.
when students ask about metaphors
and similes
i love it
but please stop identifying juxtaposition
i hand them a
dictionary
look it up yourself pal
i never had a classical education
and can't pronounce Persephone
and don't
believe anybody can
so just avoid that bit of the curriculum
avoid the greeks
give me the graphic novels unit or give me death
metaphors be with you
If i think of you;
Dreams of Pixies feeding me figs.
If i touch you;
Mermaids in the deep breathing of you,
Bolts from heaven and Persephone too.
If i miss you;
Days without light-
World without butterflies,
A soul on a rudderless voyage.
If i love you;
Slow melting chocolate-
A fountain of soothing joy.
Ruby red wine and a touch of thyme.
Heavens a sonnet and hell is a rhyme.
limbs dance in a breeze
as I gaze out the window
seeds are planted and in
time a garden grows
soft winds say rise
from once dormant ground
and a cover of compost
flowers sprout and grow
and stretch toward the sun
from death new life found
I look out the window
see a goddess burdened
by the bag of seeds she carries
the morning inspired
an act of love
*off-sonnet form
Equally divided day and night,
Quietly seasons change.
Under silver-hued Harvest Moon,
In tune with Earth Harmony,
Nymphs dance and Dryad's awake
On this night when the Goddess returns
'Xcitedly to her Lover in the Underworld.
Note: In Greek mythology, the fall equinox marks the return of the goddess Persephone to the underworld for three months, where she is reunited with her husband, Hades.
All bids are in;
that sacred honor ...had a price.
The profane sanctified;
a flag became a calf of gold
our highest office, sold.
There, looking in the hollows for the
substance of a dream, lurking,
waiting for the light of reason,
one Persephone to grace
a hopeless cause
for hope dies hard
and sweet of taste
and power would hearts inspire
lest God forget
this fulsome scene
and bless the earth entire!
~
I am speaking to Victoria
(my boa constrictor)
as I brush my hair
like Medusa
with words
and Persephone
methodically
all God's creatures
are great
maybe
Victoria
breathes in short puffs
with her black tongue
in my ear
and I hear beauty in it
I respect God
and all his Creatures
because he created them
methodically
“Stop acting like
a disgruntled
pelican!”
Only Catherine
(All ears on O’Hara)
Can pull that off
methodically
THE COMING OF SPRING
Heralds of euphoria,
Your anxious trumpets make to
Wait no more
For
The Olympians to hear the
Festive news yearn:
Persephone is released
From
Pluto’s palaces, to
The upper world,
Where,
Demetra:
The mother earth, waiting is,
Her daughter to embrace,
In her mandle of green.
Come,
Oh you heralds and sound,
For all in waiting to
Hear!
Apollo is back,
Dionysus is gone,
Spring is here,
Mortals rejoice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 APRIL 2013
kissing him, i feel like icarus. except this time,
we stick the landing
kissing him, he becomes the pomegranate and i
become persephone
(fruit has never looked so good)
loving him, i become achilles with his heel,
medusa with a mirror,
the epitome of not-so-happy endings
and yet, with all the stories written,
with all the stories told,
with all the heads chopped off and eternities
spent with dear old hades,
i'm writing this story the exact same way.
How bright and jovial is the summer sun
Promising life and fertility
How different the October one
Dealing death and aridity
No longer do we espy a golden glow
Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low
Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare
Sinister in its Saturnine stare
It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom
There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb
There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay
Until the shoots of spring come out to play.
Bias, for the greater good.
Suffer in silence, prosper in paradise.
A new light will become a new pit of darkness.
Wretched spawn of Persephone.
Disgusting paranoia fills the fog with toxic storms,
drifting through the night sky.
Rotten seeds are the roots for the forest of lust.
Asking for that glorious purpose.
What can’t be given, must be taken.
Someone like you cannot hope to control this energy.
Your power will be offered to the gods as well now.
Disappear into oblivion.
Of mangos
Papayas
Pineapples
My favourite fruits
Are your lips.
Fleshy, rounded
Like ripe peaches.
I can part them with my tongue
Like the halves of an apricot.
Bite, feel them give,
Delicate plum-like skin
Breaks and
I can taste warmth,
salt and iron.
Inviting as
Sun-kissed cherries
But they welcome,
Unlike berries,
They press back.
Delicious abandon,
Flavour of your breath,
Ecstasy and mint.
Each kiss
A perfect pomegranate seed,
Binding me, Persephone,to you,
tangled in Passion flower vines.