I wrote a trio of poems, telling the story of Hades and Persephone from their different perspectives.
I saw her, and I knew she must be mine.
She brings new life and light to death and dark.
Amidst the springtime flowers, see her shine.
I love her though our differences are stark.
I took her to my home, then winter fell
As mom and husband fought to claim the girl.
Deep down below, I tried to woo ma belle
While Mother Nature let her grief unfurl.
'Til wife ate husband's food and called me hers.
Tradition says that now we two are wed,
And yet, the king relents, to mother's purrs.
For half each year, my wife can't share my bed.
And so she rules the dead and causes spring,
Persephone, who makes our hearts to sing.
He saw her and decided she was his.
She's light and life and joy. He's death and dark.
My precious child who brightens all that is.
How can a vulture win away my lark?
He took her as his own, and winter fell
As husband fights with mom to claim her girl.
Our loss cries out, and earth's a frozen hell.
A mother's love and grief can't help but whirl.
'Til hungry child ate fruit, and all seemed lost.
Tradition says that now they two are wed,
But Zeus had seen my way and knew the cost.
For half each year, I kiss my daughter's head.
And so, she rules the dead and causes spring,
Persephone, who makes our hearts to sing.
He saw me and we knew that I was his,
For life and light depend on death and dark.
As sun and moon are teammates, so this is.
My mushroom love can help me grow my park.
He led me to his home, then winter fell
As spouse and mother fight for love of girl.
I'm choosing love or love by where I dwell,
And soil or grass to feel when toes I curl.
Then wife saw husband's fruit and called it mine.
Tradition says that now we two are wed,
But mom and husband both will share my time.
I bring new life and see my loved ones fed.
And so, I rule the dead and cause the spring.
Persephone reminds their hearts to sing.
