And We Will Bloom

for Sage

I adore you, seed eater,
Spoke Demeter
From afar
To her daughter
Who, laughing,
Ate the whole
In Seattle,
Her new home
Of fog and rain.
And flame.
Forget seasons.
She won’t return—
Hades is no man
Or underworld
But this one,
Where roads steal
And homes burn.
Persephone will enter
With her red-seeded heart,
Her jaws of life,
Her mask,
Her heavy water,
Every breath Demeter
Ever gave her,
And rescue someone else’s
Son or daughter
From a new kind of hell.


6 Responses to “And We Will Bloom”

  1. eduardo says:

    Love the image of “red-seeded heart,” and what all comes to mind in pondering, “a new kind of hell.”

    • wordweed says:

      thanks, e, as always, for coming to visit. When my kids were small we used to enact the Persephone myth every fall, and now the myth seems to be enacted in my grief for my daughter who has left home. This is our first winter apart, and she is off saving the world from itself.

  2. Fey says:

    I can say nothing additional. Those two phrases grab. I can see her. Strong and a little savior….

    • wordweed says:

      I found an amazing poem called “Pomegranate” by Eaven Boland that set me off on a new path with my own Persephone.

  3. Kat says:

    Poignant & bittersweet yet full of love, life, & the promise of new beginnings.

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