POETRY | GREEK MYTHOLOGY
Made in Darkness
Poetry from Myth
Her affinity with sunlight
does not offer her protection;
nor does the dandelion pollen
on her cheek mark her as exempt
from a deep call, beckoning beneath
her grass-kissed footprints on the hillside
They say she was taken against her will,
yet perhaps she yielded gladly,
Pale blossoms tumbling from her arms
to receive a darker pleasure
Hades’ chariot, erupting from earth
a strange subterranean bloom
Her laughter claimed, her light eclipsed
by a deeper womb than that which bore her
there, fed on darkness in the form of seeds,
Seeds of scarlet, seeds of unborn desires
No longer who she was,
She cannot return to only needing sunlight
Myths and fairytales have beguiled my imagination ever since I was a child. Some, like the Greek myth of Persephone and her abduction down into the Underworld by Hades resonate more deeply, asking me to return to her story again and again…
