Demeter wailed on the autumn’s eve and all the gods could do was to plant lavender clouds to soothe her and comfort her as the sky filled pink to match her tear-stained cheeks the same tears that roared to earth as the last of the summer rain Persephone was the last to hold Demeter her bags already packed to return to Hades she whispered sweetly and secretly a skill her husband had taught her well holding her mother’s slender fingers she told her to watch for a robin and when one flew across land below to feed it with berries the colour of her heart and the robin will accept graciously so when Persephone returns she will be strong and spring & summer will be theirs alone their green dresses will sparkle with gold woven by the sun itself and they will dance as they’ve never danced before.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. Greek Mythology is something quite different for me to work with in terms of conveying a message and I hope I’ve done it justice.
Verdant missiles Launching through the cracks Of grim concrete slabs The colour of the Cold War And dictatorships Seasonal insurrection Starting early this year The revolution is here – And the climate changed.
I wrote this piece as an experiment. I would love to hear your thoughts.