Persephone Speaks

April 1, 2009
By FFlamingo SILVER, Mississauga, Other
FFlamingo SILVER, Mississauga, Other
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Ripe with joy,
a trembling fruit
cupped in the palms of Spring,
feet firmly planted on the moist
bed of my birthright,
wrapped so completely in Nature’s embrace,
yet this sunshine is shadowed
by the looming eclipse of my
descent

into the barren underworld
of cruel indifference,
the unflinching Fates politely refuse,
as my soul shatters,
the strain of
clinging,

lingering,


longing.
This swinging pendulum of life and death,

(back and forth,back and forth.)
A resident of nowhere,
the benefactress and the thief,


drifting...

between
two realities and two illusions.
Look into my eyes,
innocence robbed,
now glassy marbles
clouded by eternal youth,
makes me crave
something to sew me to a
side.
I think of pomegranate seeds
seven, eight, maybe four

The author's comments:
Inspired by Greek Goddess of the Underworld, Persephone

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Aliyah said...
on Apr. 16 2009 at 6:43 pm
I absolutly love it. It's beautiful, and Persephone is one of my favorite

of the Greek Gods. I also like Cupid, who IS NOT A LITTLE BABY!!!

nice poem.


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