Monday, March 16, 2009


Like Persephone before me
The bloody seeds of a pomegranate
Or something akin
Were my very undoing
Slipping from my marrow
Tricking me into accepting them
As Hades tricked her

A long winter was the price
Decreed by the Fates
For taking in the seeds
My skin a barren, hairless desert
Earth and life frozen
In suspended animation
As Clotho spun my thread

The seeds will bring me back
Heeding Zeus' command
To undo Hades' deception
Planted in an empty field
They will find life
Defying Lachesis and Atropos
Bearing fruit from blood.

1 comment:

Mary said...

Outstanding metaphor! How long have you been writing poetry, anyhow?