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Sep. 22, P. comes home ~ be ready
She says she’s never seen the fall
since she entered my noble hall
and became my wondrous queen.
Leaves for her are always green
they do not yellow, nor blaze in red,
so I’ll bring autumn to her instead.
I’ll robe the halls in amber wheat
spread the harvest beneath her feet;
we’ll dance across the ballroom floor
to harvest songs from days of yore.
And from among the deathly shades
I’ll recruit those with edible trades.
Cooks and chefs will prepare a feast,
with a thousand dishes at least!
Warming soups, fragrant tarts, gleaming pears,
roast turkey, and venison to spare,
that pumpkin spice these mortals crave
in endless pies and cakes and bread. She’ll surely rave!
(No pomegranates, she hates the sight,
and won’t take a single bite.)
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Written for dVerse, where the prompt is to be inspired by the Persephone and Hades myth.
I really love this romantic take/version of Hades and Persephone. This line made me chuckle:
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and won’t take a single bite.)"
Just shows how the past can't easily be swept under the rug, eh Hades? I look at this as either the passionate lover or love bomber Hades can be, and I don't think I would be too shocked at either depiction.
Very beautifully penned! It feels mystical.
A festive approach to the prompt! This brought to mind preparations for a medieval banquet - evocative.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely - and clever. The ending casts back over the whole poem, adds a whole new dimension to this relationship. There's romance and sadness. Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! The love of Hades shines through your words.
ReplyDeleteRave or Cave? Come on, 'sephon, put on your big girl pants!! (Love your beautifully desdriptive poem)
ReplyDeleteOh clever! To completely take away the pomegranates, gives the mythological tale a new twist. Will she heed to his offer?
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