My Mythology
Tonight I know sadness; like Demeter my spring and summer have fled
He who keeps the flowers of my heart in bloom, is far from my embrace
Ice winter and storm tread roughshod across my spirit
Even the suns hopeful rays cannot penetrate this wicked tornado of hurt
Which rips my soul apart like Hades when he ravaged the body of young Persephone’
Six pomegranate seeds she tasted for she could bear her hunger no more
And her punishment for eating the food of the dead?
Six months in the Underworld clad in freezing jewels
Cold and lifeless next to her mirthless King
I am luckier than she…for my recompense is only four months of this lonely, dying bitter ache
Love is my pomegranate seed…I could not bear to be without its warmth
Though I knew fully what terrible retribution awaited me at the change of the seasons
I loved luxuriously surrounded by all the rich pageantry of the fertile months
I lay by my love in that field, now a frozen mud puddle
And our bed of passion and comfort is now a stark wasteland I dread
My mind tells my heart that Spring will come again
And he will return to my arms and illuminate my tattered soul with his radiance
But tonight I know only sadness and feel akin to the dead
Poet: Thaisa Rantanen