persephone on hadesA Poem by Will Grahama companion piece to my poem "hades on persephone"
dark.
gloomy. cold. lonely. this tomb, this coffin that I am trapped in (as trapped as he is) stinks like soggy wood and regret. he calls me flower. calls me sunshine. smiles at me like i'm the sun and the softest sweetest lilies, when i am the soil that he owns And the roots of many things that no one remembers the names of. my mother once raged at the thought of him, him and his brothers. called them hounds fiends lechers. i wouldn't know. i'm too "soft" to be ogled at. (softness isn't a weakness, it is a strength. it makes men and women forget that there's anything more to you than rosy cheeks and shy smiles and flower crowns instead of remembering that you have the power to yank up tree roots and impale men upon them. mother likes to forget that too. odd, since i got my rage from her and zeus.) there is a field, a field that I sleep in, (a field of flowers that don’t match my coloring) And I know he watches me. he sees me from afar and wants. (no one has wanted me before. i wonder if he knows what he's getting into. i wonder what i'm getting into.) he thinks i am delicate. fragile. pink at the edges. he forgets that there are plants who devour. plants that feast. he forgets that trees and mushrooms and vines and ivy care not about who a man is but only about the nutrients his bones will give them. © 2019 Will GrahamReviews
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1 Review Added on October 12, 2019 Last Updated on October 12, 2019 Tags: Greek mythology, poetry, hades, persephone AuthorWill GrahamAboutjust trying my best (my pronouns are He/Him/His and They/Them/Their. as long as you use either one of those sets, it's alright!) more..Writing
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