Persephone By: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)

Persephone and Pomegranates

Beautiful Persephone whispered to me not to eat the pomegranates
But I did not listen
My stomach burned as it was too late
Now my time in hell is a constant whisper
Guards stand by at my tortured gate
Such anguish I feel ever so deep

No one’s there to rescue me
Even though the shattering screams never stop
A prisoner of these perceptions
There are no heroes to cradle me in their arms
Only the fire burning in my mind

Moments of weakness almost touching heaven
Ruminations of the blackness
That owns my aching soul
So close to my own demise
Hush Hush, just hide it inside

The Goddess Mania, embodiment of madness, has always come to catch me
And make me insane again
I bear witness to my mind’s cracking
As I stare at the bowl of pomegranates on the table.

Juliet Wilkerson
©August 22, 2005