Persephone’s fate unfurled,
In one thunderclap.
Darkness fell.
Flowers faded to brown,
Spilling silver seeds
On the trembling ground.
Cold clutch of claws,
Hard-bitten fingernails
Scraped the frost,
Blood frozen in veins.
Thrust of rusty roots whispered,
“Trust the dark!”
Hope is queened in despair,
Crowned with brittle ice
In dream-ridden sleep.
No offerings befit her.
White snowbanks flank
Her barren earthen realms
In vigil of virgin yearning.
From remembrances
Unforgotten, heart-held,
Secrets seeds are captured
By winter’s wicked winds.
Entombed in fertile womb,
Strength of golden crocus
Bursts silently into bloom.
by Goldie Brown
(I would love to credit the artist of the accompanying portrayal of Persephone but I searched and searched and could not find a name attached to it anywhere!)
Green Witchery 