Persephone’s Return

I walk the shadowed path where spring dissolves,

 The underworld whispers my name in fire.

 In every bloom, a longing that revolves.

The pomegranate cracks, and fate absolves,

 Its red heart bleeding into my desire.

 I walk the shadowed path where spring dissolves.

A mother waits, her sorrow never solves,

 Yet I rise, drawn by dark and secret pyre.

 In every bloom, a longing that revolves.

The dead call softly, each voice dissolves

 Into the pulse of winter’s cruel choir.

 I walk the shadowed path where spring dissolves.

I taste the fruit, the cycle never solves,

 And blood and bloom entwine in funeral attire.

 In every bloom, a longing that revolves.

I am return, the veiled, the shadowed, the absolves,

 The queen of loss, of fire, of funeral pyre.

 I walk the shadowed path where spring dissolves,

 In every bloom, a longing that revolves.

Reviews

[Perdition]

If I was to be honest I'd probably want this one unleashed by its form and your heart more present in its heaviest burden which is weariness and sometimes a poem weeps louder with the poet's disarming of form unleashing your wonderful drum. BUT...I would never say such a thing..lol. You've walked me through familiar, turbulent as well as trying seasons, the river of emotion pouring out and in, its depth bleeding down the lines. My momentary lapse of reason sings of knowing this same howl and I feel it in these eyes, and stare in knowing. Some songs just breathe beyond the form and awaken the heart, if not all bending into our seasons. Probably just the rebel of me.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Perdition…
Your words fall warm. I tend to toss everything in a blender when it won’t breathe, then reach for whatever structure rises from the wreckage. A good example of me doing this is "The Pulse of Earth" because it wasn't singing right to me...

[Curly Grace]

I should note, however, it's meant to be read after another piece...

[Perdition]

You definitely sound like a poet. A blender shot glass filled with confused artistic divinity rolling on and on till the pave and pound fulfills. A pleasure to read~

[Brandon Houser]

I like the rotation and repetition in this. Makes the reader feel like they are in whirl wind. All the things that keep coming back behind you, yet you rise. I find hope in that one little part, "yet I rise."

[Curly Grace]

You caught exactly what I hoped would move through the piece... that circling pull, and the small lift inside it. That line is the breath I kept returning to, the place where the cycle loosens just enough to rise. Thank you for seeing it.

[Rosie C]

This is a truly passionate read. I’m so intrigued by the details.

This piece shows no mercy, it’s straight in and out with such vivid imagery.

Complex emotions throughout.

Breathtaking towards the audience of readers.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Rosie. I’m really glad the imagery and emotion resonated with you. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

[Justice Zahra]

I absolutely love the metaphors in this. The repetition of "I walk.." and "In every bloom" is really nice. This flows beautifully The subtle rhyme is also really cool.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Justice. I’m really glad the metaphors and repetition worked for you. I appreciate you reading it.