~ Persephone ~


 

 

Persephone

The vale of Enna, where posies abound,
She tenderly plucks them from the ground,
Demeter as always, favors the soil,
With an abundance of growth that does not toil.

Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Suffer her anguish and pain,
Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Her Mysteries to obtain.  Her Mysteries to obtain.

Hades spying from his dark, dank kingdom,
The girl glowing in the sun – her whimsical freedom,
Refuses to free the posies in hand,
And she falls and falls through the gap in his plan.

Demeter searches but can not find her precious Persephone,
To the ends of the earth, to no avail – all feel her agony,
In her grief no crops grew and famine threatened all,
The land lay bare and desolate, be it winter, spring, summer or fall.

Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Suffer her anguish and pain,
Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Her Mysteries to obtain. Her Mysteries to obtain.

From her Olympian abode she fled,
Disguised among mortals she bows her head,
Childless mother in grief and despair,
Nursemaid to another awaited her there.

The gift of immortality she would bestow,
By the burning fire that set his face aglow,
Had M not discovered her at her task,
By fire P would be immortal at last.

In time the culprit was revealed,
And to mighty Zeus she placed her appeal,
Hermes errant in his quest to Hades did descend,
Demanding the abductor release Persephone, his friend.

Hades refused with defiance and glee,
Stating Persephone did eat with me,
By this of course now she was bound,
A pomegranate held her beneath the ground.

Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Suffer her anguish and pain,
Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Her Mysteries to obtain. Her Mysteries to obtain.

Zeus in his wisdom devised a plan,
With authority he spoke; placed his demand,
Persephone would spend two-thirds with her mother,
And one-third time he gave to Hades; his brother.

Of Persephone it is often said,
When she lives with the dead,
The land lay in similitude.
But when she arises to greet the sun,
Demeter’s work is then begun,
And the land is born anew. And the land is born anew.

Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Suffer her anguish and pain,
Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Her Mysteries to obtain. Her Mysteries to obtain.

C/ A. L. O’Prunty
2/20/02
Revised 2/25/02

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3 Comments

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3 responses to “~ Persephone ~

  1. JWB

    This should have been written more than a hundred years ago. It brang me to another era, great poem.

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