Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
ThunderonesOde to summer nights and Thunder-onesThunderones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh winter nights,
how your silence pains me.
Your cold shoulder's encourage me,
to seek refuge from your hostility.
You tread so softly over the earth,
so softly that often,
I don't notice your presence,
till your frozen arms encase me.
I'm suffocating under the layers,
the empty silence blaring in my ears.
You are too bright, your light too harsh.
I can not sleep at night.
Instead of blacks, blues, and purples,
softly comforting my exhausted eyes.
Your reds and whites rip through my fragile layers
Often I lay awake, awaiting your end.
I will be there with open arms,
when you trade places with your kin.
Take with you your harsh whites.
Leave room for her many shades of gold and green.
Take with you your harsh nails;
which you raked, stone cold over my soft hide.
Soon she will be here to smooth the aggrieved wounds,
with her cool caresses.
Finally, I will sleep, cradled in her warm embrace.
I will bare my skin to the sun above
and walk again unshod.
ThornsThorns2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sweet virgin
of the thorns -
no gifts of oak and amber,
no prophecy to wash your feet
or dress your sins in silk.
Why do you mock the faithful?
Columbines now grow
where you first drew breath,
remembering and pointing
to the sky -
where you could not find
clouds or smoke.
Then feast on my heart
My shirt will be
my face your bad habit.
And I will feel your resurrection
on the back of my neck
the rapid pelt of pebbles
filling up my hands
and burying my feet.
PlaguePlague3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seven plagues upon your house
and tonight the flies
are home to roost.
I count their tiny wings
in the room
where your daughter
is not sleeping.
Locusts claimed your orchard
a week before the harvest,
sucked the green
for an angry god
and bore the apples
off to goblin market.
They found boils
upon your mother -
those angry pustules
ladies do not discuss,
in the marriage bed
where your father
does not sleep.
Anthrax has raped your stables,
pillaged the hooves
and left lame stalls
as your fields -
no oxen for your yoke.
And the darkness just keeps
everything in its path,
souring the wine
and bleeding out the laundry
left baking in the tub.
But it is your first born
you will miss the most -
that simple beaming toddler
in his mother's arms.
He has your brother's smile
and the blight of sweetest
where his father's hand
Black Masqueradethe Black Masquerade.Black Masquerade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when you see them, they quickly fade.
They dress in the shadows.
And love to dance in the hollows.
They cover their face in blood.
And where they dance is a fog flood.
They glow under the moonlight.
And their dance is a beautiful sight.
The piano and violin play.
And they arrive in a sea of grey.
And if you decide to join them.
Show no fear because they are a gem.
And if they like you.
You will get sick with a huge flu.
Then you will die and become one with the shade.
And they will take you into there immortal Masquerade.
Beneath cold skinThe frozen façade that you present,Beneath cold skin4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of cold disregard and cruel contempt,
hides purest lakes of feelings true.
Fragile love in the purest blue
lies deeply scarred 'neath icy defence.
FootprintsNo footprintsFootprints3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mar the sudden summer
of her wishful thinking,
only the wind -
fresh-faced and citron,
scattering the stars
across her yard
like wayward children.
And under her bell jar
a wisp of cornsilk,
in the silver-spooned night,
sighs and gives up
to June's moon-fed laughter.
CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the tide's rapid breath
against the shore
for she knows
the sea will claim its own -
tall ships and turrets
spun out of sand
and the pearl twist of moon
caught upon a basslet's back
when conch's dulcet tune
lulls manna from the waves.
And what sirens claim for treasure,
men can only dream of....
The Summer RainAdorned with her finestThe Summer Rain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silk and lace trimmed gown
She stepped out into the cool night;
The rain fell fast but soft,
Hitting upon her hot body in motions
That made her tingle and shiver.
The lightening flashed like
A blanket in the looming clouds above,
Brightness of day for a second
Then plunged into the black of night.
She saw the others running towards the Yew Maze,
Half clothed and drunk on the power of youth
And surging with the freedom of fantasy;
She cried out to them to wait, then a
Giggling reply of "Come on, catch us if you can!"
Came bouncing its way through the rain
As they vanished into the Maze.
Wiping her eyes, she flung her wet hair behind her ears
And proceeded after them into the vast maze
Of shadowy green walls and curious stone statues,
And the rain fell, and the lightening flashed,
Tearing a hole in time
And immortalising the night for evermore.
(Summer/winter October 2005)
NovemberAutumnNovember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and full breasted
with the changing winds,
chasing the smoldering gold
from the meadow;
in the slow waltz of leaves,
I feel scarlet
rush the roots of trees
and blaze the hawthorn's
leaving the valley
flushed and thriving,
waiting for November...
The Lady of AstolatThe Lady of Astolat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;