Persephone’s Ascent
Petrarchan sonnet
Everyone awaits the goddess of the flowers,
spring fever throbbing through mortal bodies, greed
for love, ravenous desire to collapse in spilled seed
driving every earthly choice, passion building, becoming a tower,
an inferno filled with fiery power,
restless as a cat, treed
on a burning metal roof, trapped indeed,
a situation quite dour.
Feeling the fire rising from below,
woozy from intoxicating brew,
another round of this game we play:
but it’s my turn to ebb, yours to flow,
wild and caged as animals in a zoo,
unwilling to leave, unable to stay.
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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Comments (5)
Sucked me in from those first clever hooking lines and I was stunned til the end. Well done on writing an exceptional piece in such a tricky form and for poor HM in the challenge.
Congratulations on your honorable mention! 🎉
I agree with Caitlin; you always begin with such strong lines. Beautiful work, Harper, and congratulations on your honorable mention in this challenge!🌹
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I kid you not. I was reading this out loud and it ended with my mouth open in awe. You always start with really strong lines that grips you. Then in the second line. You surprised us with a word we thought wouldn't fit... Greed. And it does. The truth hurts. Passion building becoming a tower 🤯 I love how this poem is oozing with passion, confidence and direction. I love how you divided who got the ebb and who got the flow. That last line though. I can't. I cante even say it's my favourite. It feels like that would be an insult to that line. That's how good this poem was as a whole 🤗❤️