Lady in Waiting
Persephone replies
Why don’t I wait?
Are you kidding me?
I am nothing
if not your lady
in perpetual waiting.
I wait all summer and halfway into autumn
to return to you, finally descending,
coming down below the earth
to our empty chamber, jewels
mocking me from within the walls,
pomegranates lying half-eaten,
spilled seeds littering the table and floor.
Where else are you spilling seed?
Do you really think
I don’t know about the nymphs,
their silken promises
purring into your ears,
sliding their nimble fingers
all over your body,
becoming liquid to drown
your memories of me.
Save your sorrow
about the summer suitors.
I suffer for them, and I will
bring flowers wherever I choose.
Even Zeus cannot stop me.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Your language drips with passion and restrained fury, transforming an ancient myth into a timeless story of agency and reclamation. Each line feels deliberate and alive.