Epitaph Empress
Author's Notes: This is the first part (of five - each one with several chapters) to my retelling of the Myth of Hades and Persephone, my poem basically summing up her current identity - as daughter to Demeter, Maid, Goddess of Spring and Lady of the Grain. The Latin means 'The First Book' for all those who are interested.
Epitaph Empress
Liber Primus : Maiden Goddess
She bears innocence as she would bear a flower,
With grace and naïve love
Trusting it to solve all problems,
Right all wrongs
And bring love to all frozen hearts.
She lives within her mother
Her maternal warmth,
The silken depths of her love,
Her laughing eyes
And guiding hands;
Teaching her the ways of the earth.
She waltzes through clouds of blossoms,
Carried by the song of the wind
On nimble feet - bare and grass-stained.
She dances with sweet abandon, innocent disregard
In pristine white, adorned by devoted flowers
Earthly hair, flying strong and free on the grace of the air.
In love with the free meadows of Sicily,
The realm of her imagination.
This is her world,
Her world of laughter, warmth, the scent of flowers,
Her world of sunshine kissing her rosy skin,
Her world of kindness with duty,
The bountiful domain of Demeter
The land in the throes of love
Between mother and daughter
That sweet, unconditional promise of affection.
Bonds unbroken; still constant and nurturing
Comforting and caring,
Protecting; the safest place to be
Never alone.
As she watches her mother's gentle ministrations
Alight the grain with brightness and tender summers
And bring the harvest to dazzling life.
In flocks of golden grain, bathing fields
In all of summer's glory
As mother and daughter tend the harvest
With loving hands
Bringing life to their home of sunshine.
And sweet Persephone dances on
In illusioned seas of blooms and green
A beacon of golden, ripe youth
Alive with courted innocence, wandering through paradise
White and pure.
Author's Notes: This is the first part (of five - each one with several chapters) to my retelling of the Myth of Hades and Persephone, my poem basically summing up her current identity - as daughter to Demeter, Maid, Goddess of Spring and Lady of the Grain. The Latin means 'The First Book' for all those who are interested.
Epitaph Empress
Liber Primus : Maiden Goddess
She bears innocence as she would bear a flower,
With grace and naïve love
Trusting it to solve all problems,
Right all wrongs
And bring love to all frozen hearts.
She lives within her mother
Her maternal warmth,
The silken depths of her love,
Her laughing eyes
And guiding hands;
Teaching her the ways of the earth.
She waltzes through clouds of blossoms,
Carried by the song of the wind
On nimble feet - bare and grass-stained.
She dances with sweet abandon, innocent disregard
In pristine white, adorned by devoted flowers
Earthly hair, flying strong and free on the grace of the air.
In love with the free meadows of Sicily,
The realm of her imagination.
This is her world,
Her world of laughter, warmth, the scent of flowers,
Her world of sunshine kissing her rosy skin,
Her world of kindness with duty,
The bountiful domain of Demeter
The land in the throes of love
Between mother and daughter
That sweet, unconditional promise of affection.
Bonds unbroken; still constant and nurturing
Comforting and caring,
Protecting; the safest place to be
Never alone.
As she watches her mother's gentle ministrations
Alight the grain with brightness and tender summers
And bring the harvest to dazzling life.
In flocks of golden grain, bathing fields
In all of summer's glory
As mother and daughter tend the harvest
With loving hands
Bringing life to their home of sunshine.
And sweet Persephone dances on
In illusioned seas of blooms and green
A beacon of golden, ripe youth
Alive with courted innocence, wandering through paradise
White and pure.