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Oh, sweet Daughter of Nature
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze
Literature
Repossession
Your words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding on
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
Your eyes,
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
Literature
Sleeping Beauty
she’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival
(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)
Literature
Necromancy
She replaces her wrists
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
don't-touch-me's
-
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
de
cipher
me.
-
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
-
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
supernova heart.
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Oh my gosh, I have finally written something pertaining to my namesake (well, the latter half of it) on this website.
My favorite person in mythology. Persephone (Kore by the Romans), daughter of the goddess of the harvest, Demeter, and wife to Hades; kidnapped by said god of the Underworld, tricked by the gardener to eat the single seed of a pomegranate; and rescued by her mother so she spends the summers up on earth and the winters down with Hades. I could go in depth, since I know the legend by heart, but I will spare you the major details.
You have no idea how much I love her. I wish I could have lived in ancient Greece, just to become a devout follower of her. She's a role model of mine, to be truthful.
But this little poem does not do Persephone justice. However, it was the only thing I could come up with. I just wanted to at last show my love for her; maybe someday I'll make a better piece dedicated to The Maiden.
My favorite person in mythology. Persephone (Kore by the Romans), daughter of the goddess of the harvest, Demeter, and wife to Hades; kidnapped by said god of the Underworld, tricked by the gardener to eat the single seed of a pomegranate; and rescued by her mother so she spends the summers up on earth and the winters down with Hades. I could go in depth, since I know the legend by heart, but I will spare you the major details.
You have no idea how much I love her. I wish I could have lived in ancient Greece, just to become a devout follower of her. She's a role model of mine, to be truthful.
But this little poem does not do Persephone justice. However, it was the only thing I could come up with. I just wanted to at last show my love for her; maybe someday I'll make a better piece dedicated to The Maiden.
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Oooh, Persephone. I forgot about this post. I have a extensive collection of both Roman and Greek myths and fables, so this was a delightful find. Good work~ I think it's a beautiful poem.