Lammastide and Persephone

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Consecrated loaves know nothing of conflict;
being birthed from the earliest of corn,
does anyone ever speak of heartbeat, of breath, of how
it holds one hostage?
At times the seasons forget to regard her at all;
Persephone, goddess, muse and a hymn of sorts,
with lips shaped like a bow and a temperament to matchβ€”
bleeding through into tomorrow,
apricot wanderings, but oh when the ribcage cracked open,
in the silence of the night,
her own tresses fell into her eyes, one would think her as
unloved, even though desire ran in rapid rivers,
who can explain any of it?
Solitude is the place her mind frequents the most;
with a verse of wistfulness watch as seeds are sown,
should by any chance you think of her under a grey cloud,
lose yourself in language,
like brushing one’s fingertips across wheat grass, allow eyes
to sweep everything in sight;
perhaps, we are meant to evaporate in each other, in heat,
in storm, in consistent flow of emotions unresolved.
Daylight disappears and she’s planted in the Underworld;
from Autumn to Spring,
meadowsweet, mint and sunflower is gathered,
she longs for someone to kiss loneliness away from her being.
I, poetess on the other side of the world write her name,
honey-spiced syllables for when the wind sighs,
they say Persephone willing chose her fate, but who knows?
In unyielding circumstances will you choose to go blind or evolve
to fight your own share of darkness?

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Balance,” by Aaron Westerberg 48×32 painting, Pinterest

Sarah hosts at dVerse and invites us to write a poem inspired by the legend
of Persephone. Come join us! πŸ’

Posted for Poetics: Persephone @dVerse Poets Pub

Comments

  1. msjadeli says:

    Good questions at the end, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lisa πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  2. Lillian says:

    Ohhhh this is so beautifully writ!
    “Persephone, goddess, muse and a hymn of sorts,
    with lips shaped like a bow and a temperament to matchβ€”
    bleeding through into tomorrow,
    apricot wanderings, ” The description of Persephone here is just gorgeous…most especially apricot wanderings.
    And yes….this is you….”I, poetess on the other side of the world write her name, honey-spiced syllables for when the wind sighs,”
    Ah Sanaa…..the romance and beauty you bring to your writing never ceases to amaze me.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  3. Ingrid says:

    Yours is a powerful Persephone, Sanaa. I love that final question:
    ‘In unyielding circumstances will you choose to go blind or evolve
    to fight your own share of darkness?’
    I think women are particularly skilled in adaptation, with all the changes life throws at us…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ingrid πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  4. Sarah Connor says:

    I love this, Sanaa. The imagery of the corn, the sensuality – it’s just gorgeous. You really explore the grain aspect of the myth. Love it.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Sarah πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  5. Bev Crawford says:

    WOW! I was swept away with this beautiful write. Great wordmastery!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Beverly πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  6. Epic write! This line says so much, “perhaps, we are meant to evaporate in each other, in heat,
    in storm, in consistent flow of emotions unresolved.” πŸ‘πŸ‘

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Tricia πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  7. So beautifully written, Sanaa. I love the sensual in your words, and the final questions! So much to think about!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Merril πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  8. These words fill your mouth. I keep reading this aloud over and over.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Alexandra πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  9. Love your poem and the story it weaves. Seems in every story we never quite know the whole story… I thought this was a great line…. perhaps, we are meant to evaporate in each other, in heat,
    in storm, in consistent flow of emotions unresolved.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  10. I LOVE your images. I think I need to read it a few times. But it is beautiful.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, bigfatcan πŸ™‚ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  11. they say Persephone willing chose her fate, but who knows?

    Yes, I think this is the critical question, Sanaa – who knows, indeed… Your writing is simply exquisite.

    <3
    David

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, David πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  12. Selma Martin says:

    “…perhaps, we are meant to evaporate in each other, in heat,
    in storm, in consistent flow of emotions unresolved.” Yeah, perhaps we are.
    You make great points and leave us with questions. What prowess!
    Thanks for sharing. Lovely.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Selma πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  13. Punam says:

    Sanaa, this is such a gorgeous write! A beautiful peek into Persephone’s mind. Love it. ❀️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Punam πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  14. I agree, this write is epic and beautifully penned. Persephone became flesh and blood, and a woman of many dimensions; so much to ponder and chew on.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Glenn πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  15. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. you captured the wilting and the struggle here. this is profound, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Rosema πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

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