| Young women. Old men should know better. But at least one god made a fool of himself in this way too. Or rather makes. Over & over. Year after year. Again & again. And this One’s summer is that One’s winter. Just ask One. From Down Under. Demeter keens Persephone Her tears fall and fall in Fall the leaves of trees Half a turn ’twill be the turn of Hades December 21st is the winter solstice, an unequinox. Every year at that time, according to many of the tellings, She begins her long, round trip journey. It is where this poem begins & ends, begins & ends, again, again. |
 Persephone By Thomas Hart Benton |
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Persephone? Persephone PERSEPHONE! Winmer Persephone sits wan on Hade’s throne He is old and cold Lifeless surrounded, smothered, she is alone Yearns wold, Stay nold Spritumn Like a sunflower sun turning for like young burning but buried alive inside she soundless screams Azureless vault, Munch, and suttee Guinevere, are these to be her adharma’s themes? Sumter Like a doe, like a peregrine, like a feline Kore queen To, not from, to flee Life, laughter, love, sun and shine, see, be seen Aung Hades sits alone his throne. Joylessly, jealously, Persephone Hoarded like Fáfnir’s gold Lies buried alive in memory, his misery miserly Whealed, old, corpse cold persephone… |
 Hades and Persephone by Ashramart http://ashramart.deviantart.com/ |
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