Persephone

Poem #1 in my Greek Gods poem series. More to come soon! :D

1. persephone

she crushed flowers beneath her feet as she walked

blood on her heels and thorns in her crown,

springtime personified perpetually wanting

freedom. you think budding tulips and

dawn-streaked clouds must equal being free

but innocent innocent innocent all year long

made her feel like flowers weren’t worth her time. so when 

the black chariot erupted from the flames

of hell she bade her maidens go on but she stayed,

her skirts billowing around her like some fairy of the air, 

grey eyes unflinching as she reached out and out and into

his hands. the stories carved into the rock of time say

they were cold, pomegranates and time, but somehow they

fit 

in hers, petals and unknowns, and he caressed her and he told her

his skeletons would love her like a mother like a princess

like freedom. and she crumpled a violet in her fingers and she told him

i’m ready. 

and the ground split open and swallowed them whole.