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~ 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
One of my first poems published on Word Press. Also appears in my chapbook, “Selected Snippets” by Poetess A. L. O’Prunty; published 2012; Middle Island Press.
Enjoy my Mythology lovers 🙂

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~ Soon


Soon
Soon
My Dove will fly
Welcoming me once more
Entwined, together, we’ll soar
To heights unknown
As ever before
To fall feather light
Dreaming.
O’Prunty ©
12/13/15

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~ As the Clock Unwinds


~ As The Clock Unwinds
My love grows old

I grow older still

Entwined as the vine

Our hearts

Vast as the oceans wide

Our memories

Yet fleeting, this time,

This precious time

As the clock unwinds-
We’ve known love

We’ve known loss

Rode the turbulent waves

Where life set us adrift

Loyalty was the lift

Dedication carried

Commitment binding

As the earths clay

In death we’ll lay

Side by side
To rise once more

As true love must;

Such a rarity 

In these, these

Troubling times,

As the clock unwinds.
O’Prunty 

11/24/15

Copyright Applies
In honor of my Parents, so happily married 56 years, til Mother passed in 2012 – “there is an empty space, which no one can replace”.

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~ Humanities Historians


~ Humanities Historians
The painter expresses through brush

The sculptor through hand

The Poet through page and pen

All gifting to humanity

Their very core, essence

Of each of them
Let no man still their gift

Their message

Less humanity revert

To the darkest of days

Void of the raze

Illumination

Such artistry gifts

To every nation
From the ancient

To modern time

Truth lies in

The brush

The hand

The line.
O’Prunty ©

11/20/15

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To Paris, With Love


~ Dear Heart ~ To Paris, With Love
Night falls on the City of Lights –

The navel of the world,

Somber are the streets 

Void of jovial activity

A eerie sense of loss, palpable-

Even the buildings seem to weep

For the pain, and anguish endured
Defiant til the end

The national anthem wafts

High above the barbaric

Resounding throughout the world 

As a beckon, and the world rises

In one accord

Fromm north to south

East to west

To defend her honor;

Paris, the City of Love, Light:
Dear heart, you sweetest of souls

Weep not though your heart bleeds

Soon the sun will rise, darkness dispel

Your true essence resurrected

Fleeing this valley of despair 
Melancholy is a dark drape

Tightening as a shroud; all consuming

Confining our hopes and dreams

Within the coffin of the mind;

New ones must be conceived, birthed
Dear heart, you sweetest of souls

Weep not though your heart bleeds

Soon the sun will rise, darkness dispel

Your true essence resurrected

Fleeing this valley of despair:
Stand strong in your truth

Your convictions 

The world rises in one accord

Lifting you in payer, song

Ready to defend your honor!!
O’Prunty 

11/15/14

For a hurting soul 

#Paris #AHugAroundTheWorld

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~ Some Days Are Loss


Some Days Are Loss ~

Some days are loss –
Deep suffering
Submerged in memory
A caracole of thought
Round and round and round
Of loved ones
Who inspired
Walked in honor, integrity
Now beyond the veil…

That of  loving Mothers
Dedicated Fathers
Like minded Siblings
Honored Grandparents
Aunts and Uncles
Meaningful mentors

Out of reach
Words of encouragement
Still guide
Words of love
Still lift
Yet the loss remains
For what will never be spoken

Graves hold such a finality of silence.

O’Prunty
11/5/14

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~ Seek, to Find


~ Seek to Find

Seeking to glean inspiring wisdom
Upon the ancients we all must call
Scribed in tablets, papyrus, conceptions
Alchemy, the philosopher’s stone recall

Seeking that which evades Humanities
For lack of modern day misconceptions
Thirst must be satiated in the present
Though upon the past lie inspirations

Someday therefore upon a precipice to arise
The world felt, seen, through archaic  eyes.

O’Prunty ©

10/29/15

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