crowned with hyacinths that croon
with such grief that blooms
the pomegranate seeds that seize
the walls of your throat, forbid to
pomegranate seeds of frugality.
you are perceived to be harmless
with the golden honey your
bestowed under Apollo’s witchery
and the wine stained lips you
posses that appear oh so scarlet
but you have endured the agony
and the darkness and the fear and—
the honey may taste saccharine
and the wine may conquer their aches
but the honey can choke their throat
and pursued them to steal a kiss from
Thanatos who will banish them into
and the wine they drink from
your intoxicating lips will poison
them to obey your every bid
like serpent charmers shall do
there are two terminuses that are
fabricated when one abides to a
you will have a harsh winter
Or you shall have fracture
lines that beseech fortified to
and you my, darling dearest,
have become winter and have
abandoned the crushed olives,
the poppies, and the hyacinths
and meet hesitant hands, tensed
shoulder blades, and trembling
hips only willing to be blessed with an
but you now hold the starvation of
power much like wasps because
of the lack of what you once basked
in instead of the grim you now douse
You’ve taken the wasps disease.
z.g.r // August 19th, 2017
So, I wrote this before I became a Hellenic oKAY so pls don’t attack me if it presents itself as offensive, it’s not my intention; just a perspective of how I viewed the story back in 2017. I was looking through my old poetry account on amino and I found this piece, I felt like sharing. I feel that Persephone admires the poem and the aspect of her kidnapping and how she became Queen. Of course, nowadays I prefer the myth where she wandered into the underworld to comfort the wailing souls, but this poem depicts the most popular form of the myth.
