Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay6 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
FootprintsNo footprintsFootprints4 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.
Black Masqueradethe Black Masquerade.Black Masquerade4 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.
Into the WoodsThe world looksInto the Woods5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
very different today -
the old cabin
by the creek
has moved once more,
taken itself to higher ground,
and the deer have left
to haunt the hollow,
their haunches quivering
like rising sap.
We venture out, knowing
we will lose our way again,
waiting for dogs
to ambush our feet
as we cut a path
through the sumac
the reeds breathe minnows
through the cold blister
rushing through the trees.
Your hand closes,
a lonely animal in mine,
and the leaves
can smell our fear
thick as spoor
while we pick our way
through the thickening blur
wondering which way
is true north.
Thoughts of YouThoughts of YouThoughts of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like standing under a waterfall, head lain back, arms outstretched
My memories of you wash over me, surround me, envelope me
Soaking my being, replenishing my soul, resurrecting my spirit
They sooth me, quenching my skin burned by the fires of my hell
They calm me, giving temporary respite to my tortured mind
These are my salvation in times of isolation, all I have left of you
My breathing is deep, smooth, my heart beating slow and steady
There are no other sensations, the world around me disappears
Vivid motion pictures play in color on the inside of my eyelids
Our experiences together are new again, reborn in my minds eye
The sights, sounds, tastes, smells and sensations surround me
I lose myself in all that was, when last I felt whole and loved
If only I could remain here forever surrounded by thoughts of you
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.
CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso4 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....
My Gods and MeArtemis the Protector and Huntress,My Gods and Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ares the War starter,
Loki the Trickster.
Three Gods of mine,
My faith in them can never become undone.
They watch over me, I know they do
You may not believe me, but I know it's true.
I'll teach and tell
The stories of all the realms.
The stories on them.
And all the Gods
Their stories I'll also foretell.
All the ones I know,
And the ones I will learn.
For I thank them so much for the things they have given me,
For the beauty and differences that they be.
They gave me bliss,
Happiness and a path from this.
I may have no job in reality,
But my path is their job for me.
So I work for them
Artemis, Ares and Loki.
Blessed Be to all that read,
May the Gods be with thee.
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)
Fade to WhiteFade to White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the wild
wide edge of blue
and I shall dream of angels,
arms tapering into clouds,
and women in white
and the moths' soft mouths
that mock my oaths.
I shall sleep among the stones
and the pale trees
that grow beneath the ground -
like giants swallowing the dusk.
And I shall find her
tall and waiting
in the ruins,
the billow of her skirt
her eyes lit like candlemass
against the leaves and petals
streaming through the mist.
these united statesthese united states are killing usthese united states5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scraping amber skies
and tenement railings
where i watch love leap
to its final reward
and settle on the concrete
just like a new mother,
gammy eyed and frail,
the bricks still twitching.
i smell the flat-line
of over harvest
as ignorance tools
its trusty trowel
into the heartland
and sprouts the word of god -
too many ears clamoring
for a false crusade
and those red collared boys
with jug eared twang
and jacked up trucks,
color blind and high
on the fumes of young blood,
lost in all those nights
down mason dixon way
where they still lynch a good man
for not walking straight.
this seed in us,
is your inheritance.
we have lost the fruited plains
and angered our fathers' fathers -
no purple mountains will heal us now
and the tired masses
like a pillar of salt.
Beneath cold skinThe frozen façade that you present,Beneath cold skin5 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.
SeerSlip the breadSeer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unto my tongue
and I will sing the future,
waning like a brace of geese
and lighting the autumn sky.
The threads of many fingers
for our sons,
their reeds taking flight,
the grey pierce of canyon
like a steeple
through my palm
and the deft swaddle of iron
a cumbersome gift
And I shall bake angels
and seek wisdom
in the tragic discourse of worms,
settling itself into the landscape.
BluesMorning comes in widow's weedsBlues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settles to the bottom of my cup,
begging to be stirred,
wondering why my chin
has fallen over the rim
and how come my feet
take forever to shuffle
over floorboards and dust.
I am vacant, worn down -
just this mud-bare rug,
heels bleeding gray,
and so tired
I forgot how to say your name
or the color of the walls
when I turn out the lights.
It is just the pain of you
settling in again
with leftover Sunday evening.