Animus & Intellect Vol 1 | Page 8

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