Quantify a mothers
Love
On a thousand
Calculators
As i give you the
Story of
Persephone
And the darkest angel
She dared to love
Woefully
Gazed demeter forward
As her eyes looked ever
Shoreward
Thinking about
How many heartbeats
Before she allowed the sea
To have her?
Locked in an ever
Spiraling trance
Offered
Luck no not a chance
For our greiving mother
Summer
Clawing hopelessly through
Time and space
She wondered
Honestly
Who would take her
Chaste springtime daughter
And so deprive
Such a thoughtless world
Contrived
Of springtime
And risk its dying?
Oblivious to her mothers
Cries
Inwardly Persephone could
Not deny
How she had come to love him
A sheepish grin here
Did not give
Gave so much more than
A sear to the couples
Love blooming
Deep in the earth
Tartartus suffered
Not only a flower but under
Loves full and tragic power
As springtime set in
Where it
Had never
This as
demeter considered
The cold day in hell
Her springtime daughter
Would fall under the spell
Of a darkness that never shines









