Would You Come and Vernal My Equinox?

Persephone returned home
early Sunday, dressed in snowfalls
and wintry frissons, cheeks kissed
rosy by frolics in ice, aching
for the warmth in Hades’ eyes.

Where are you, dark love,
when my loins need to spring
bright buds into frozen lands?
I want you to come for me,
and Vernal my Equinox.

He came… stimulating her all
to bloom over everything.

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Process Note: 2016’s Vernal Equinox is supposed to kiss the Northern Hemisphere tomorrow at 12:30am EDT. The last few days, I’ve heard whispers of snow in the weather forecast. I looked at the sky a bit ago, and saw no signs of snow. Still, all this predicting of snowfalls has my Muse imagining the white stuff all over the ground on the first day of spring.

Wishing the Vernal Equinox blooms you all kinds of yumminess, my Wicked Luvs!

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge
(Outlawyer, AKA Karin, asked us to read a poem written by someone else, “ingest it. Then sit down and write [our] own poem.” I chose to nibble on “Vernal Equinox”, by Amy Lowell.

Hades and Persephone, by Rgveta
“Hades and Persephone”, by Rgveta
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The Rough Music

Your fear-torch can’t burn my might,
or force me or mine to stand aside.
Soul to soul, we are all connected
by the music that warms the heart
and entices the brain to dance true,

eventually. She will see your moves
for what they are, and you’ll lose
steps… and face.

That sound? Oh, just my words
putting on their combat boots,
tapping their This Is Enough Crap
sisterly tune. To kick you with?
Of course not! We aren’t you.

Still,
when kicks morph into shoves,
words can’t speak for all the hurt
your misdeeds have played
into our boots.

You started the beat, un-dear fiend…
But once the music hits the flesh,
the dance gets rough and feeds
on stress, leaving control to be held
by none.

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Partly inspired by one of my favorite quotes, from Terry Pratchett’s I Shall Wear Midnight:

“You set the rough music on me, didn’t ya?”

“No one controls the music, Mr. Pretty—you know that. It just turns up when people have had enough. No one knows where it starts. People look around, and catch on another’s eye, and give each other a little nod, and other people see that. Other people catch their eye and so, very slowly, the music starts and somebody picks up a spoon and bangs it on a plate, and then somebody else bangs a jug on the table and boots starts to stamp on the floor, louder and louder. It is the sound of anger, it is the sound of people who have had enough. Do you want to face the music?”

linked to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 294), Sanaa’s Prompt Nights
and Rereading My Pratchett

Music Girl Rebecca, by PlaviDemon“Music Girl Rebecca”, by PlaviDemon
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a wee note: I already added the name of the winner of Magic Love Crow’s “Reclaiming My All” giveaway to the end of the original post. But I wanted to share it here again, just in case someone forgot to go check. Curious? *mischievous cackles* All right, I will be good… The winner is:

Laura Morrigan, of Roses and Vellum!

Congrats, Laura! Please send me your mailing information (magalyguerrero @ live . com). On behalf of Magic Love Crow (and moi), I wish to thank everyone for their heartfelt comments on the giveaway post. It was wonderful to see so many friends celebrate the art of another. ♥