#hello welcome to yet another poem about persephone

[glasswaters]

come, my sweet, and let me hold you on the way up. this road was paved an age ago, and the stone has cracked. the grasses underneath their blanket are ripe for their bloom, and your mother has started singing again.

let me wind gold into your hair and cold into your breath. i would bleach your tunic and take from your feet the sandals worn soft with use. my mouth against the hollow of your throat, your hair a spill across my chest; come lay on my shoulders the weight of this journey.

i will help you along, if you let me.

little godling, little would-be priestess, little gem; won't you take matrimony's hand on the long walk that devastated Orpheus? spring is budding, and your mother is waiting.

in six months, the leaves will fall again.