A late night poem. The images came first and found Persephone (the wife of Hades) sitting in a stone garden in tears:
Posted by Mark at January 21, 2003 12:21 AMPersephone
A great clay moon
swollen and bruised
climbing over the horizon
beaten, heavy and ripe
to hang over
the cold tranquillity
of the stone garden
where Persephone sits
long skirts torn and ripped
sharp rocks and bare thorn
silver clouds across
the infinite glittered sky
the colours of fire
stripped from the trees
Persephone’s fingers
twist in her hair
dead white keratin
amongst the thick black locks
her silent sobs
her iridescent tears as
her husbands love
tears life away
from the world