March 31, 2017 § Leave a comment
A fight is best for us mortals
who look forward to better weather
As long as our health is good ~
Better to die in autumn.
A fight is best
a stormy fight
so that Persephone can leave her lover
in a hot rage.
Her mother’s disposition becomes sunny
when she can spend a late March day
disparaging her daughter’s lord.
Persephone weeps in April
A touch of conflicted homesickness
Tears so light and soft
that they barely bend the flowers that
bloom in her footsteps
March 20, 2017 § Leave a comment
Love me like Persephone
Who sees spring return
And regrets six seeds
When the whole fruit
was in her fair hand…
Love me not.