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In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

With bright spring flowers bursting with color

The sweet smells of young nature

The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love

While I am the common girl

 Who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

 Before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

Leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012, All rights reserved.  

 

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persephone_Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828-1882

Persephone’s Tears

There was a lack of thunder
as the rain fell tonight
no flashes of light
sending jolts through my body
It was cool, as cold as a blade of steel
against the throat
before the knife pierces the flesh
curious, as you came to mind
in the seconds between minutes
like the churning movements in the flood waters
washing away all traces of a happy life
bits of wood, shards of glass
a rush of currents flowing downward
from the higher places
just past the perceived safety of my front door.

I thought maybe I was dreaming
I thought maybe I was seeing bits of my life
that would never be the same
I understood this completely
I understood this immediately,
then you were gone and I lay broken.

I needed to run and let the heavy droplets fall upon my head
to cleanse away that crippling pain,
a damaged heart now enraged
there really should have been thunder
I know, I know
the gods should have conducted magic or a miracle
either way, I didn’t really feel anything anymore
as It ravished my landscape tearing it open,
beating at it black and blue
laying wasted, bloodied and bruised
it hardly touched me at all, you see
I never felt a thing.

I realized it was not rain at all
it was the tears of Persephone
washing me down to hell.

© Susan Morgan Bosler,  2011  All Rights Reserved.

Please recommend this starving poet to other readers!  🙂

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