As I lie here lost and afraid

All I see is your face, beckoning.

Outstretched hands with honey-sweet fruit,

I turn my head away from you.

Up above, my essence once glowed

Young seedlings budding from Gaia

Rose upward still, beneath my feet

There I was, living a life so sweet.

And to my dismay a puzzling tremor felt,

The earth’s flesh tore open in torment

And upward came the son of Kronos;

Right there on the Nysa plains.

Like a flower plucked before its bloom,

Hands weeded so wickedly upon my waist.

And snatched me into his thundering chariot,

While I cried for my father’s save.

None but the sun saw such a steal,

As you dragged me downward still.

A golden trophy for one with crowded guests,

Where immortals are dutifully exempt.

Now the shoots spike underfoot

Angry at their wilted prosperity,

Barely alive to live a life dying,

Their soulful scorn thorn my insides.

You’ve brought me to a land

Where spring is un-sprung.

Why do the Olympians toy

And give all others no choice?

You slip the fruit between my lips,

Oh! Taste of my dreams!

Could there be a heaven

In this godforsaken place?

Those moments of wretched weakness,

Of that honey-sweet fate.

Binds me with you, my Love,

For one-thirds more than I can afford.

Hymn to my mourning mother,

Always, the Goddess of Harvest.

Here in my darkness, I am to be

And no one remembers to sing for me.

This poem is supposed to be a reflection on the traditional Persephone’s Abduction; but also more so, the way Persephone feels in Josephine Angelini’s Starcrossed trilogy, especially how the essence of Persephone’s power causes flowers to bloom at her feet; but the atmosphere of the Underworld means that they cannot grow. It also incorporates Kaitlin Bevis’s Daughters of Zeus trilogy and Aimee Carter’s Goddess series before she realises how kind Hades really has been.

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