her island home where she landed near Trapani
a place of more returns than can be counted
she is forever walking the maze back and forth
every summer every winter she walks and returns
the underworld is just a part of life pomegranates
fruit in the middle of winter and the gates of death
remain wide open not until spring comes
will the people dance in her wake celebrating life
Interesting variation on maze/labyrinth theme.
ReplyDeletePersephone has always fascinated me, thank you so much for this wonderful poem, Susan
ReplyDeleteMe too, I have stacks of Persephone poems, all different. That's what comes of translation.
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