A/N: I wrote this poem for my English class this past year. I drew inspiration from the goddess Persephone and my own life. I believe that this is what Persephone felt before she was abducted and met Hades. I think many girls can relate to this, especially those who have over-protective parents (Kind of like Demeter lol).
Any-hoo, I hope you enjoy this poem. It is my attempt at iambic rhythm. I was suppose to model it after an Emily Dickenson poem, but I did not have much success with that... at least I got an 'A' lol! I will keep editing this poem, but for now I decided to post it.
Critiques are always welcomed! Tips and advice are much appreciated! Thanks for reading and double-thanks if you leave a review :)
Pomegranates
There was kept behind mother's home,
A grove of bulging fruit
Cooing forth all ardent eyes
Which long to devou'r.
(Forbidden is this grove to me
And yet...)
Fingers splayed across smooth bark
As I dallied through
Girdled trunks, coaxing the bodies
To drop their sweet fruit.
(Forbidden is this grove to me,
And yet...)
My open palms cup the tender treat,
Though at an arms distance,
For I will not become like Eve
Though I am tranced t'bite.
Forbidden is this grove to me,
So I shall heed mother's advice
To stay my good distance...
Yet I can't help but wonder what
I shall think when the leaves are dry
And the fruit wither brown...