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.
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