Timeshare
A Sonnet for Poppy
Hades, god of the dead, himself alive
Yearned for Persephone's tender embrace
Her mother, Demeter, made green crops thrive
Their union she could not bless with glad grace
Breaching the breathing world to steal beauty
Hades left Demeter wild and bereft
To make crops grow, she felt no more duty
To starve in darkness, all mortals were left
Famished mouths utter few songs or prayers
Wasted limbs cannot offer sacrifice
Olympus' bright host, dismayed, sought answers:
A bargain was struck, with their sage advice
For three seasons, Persephone was free
In winter, with her dark prince she would be
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This poem was prepared in response to Poppy's provocative prompt; you can find more information about her latest bouquet of them below:
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
Great poem!
This was so beautiful! Loved this so much!
That is the perfect title for this myth!