Crowned in the Underworld: A Persephone Poem About Becoming

A mythic journey through choice, truth, and the making of a queen

By Caitlin CharltonPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

After the plunge, there was choice.

Here beside Hades I sat,

my hair dressed in twirls and woven braids,

each wounded strand a record of the path I took

to reach this throne.

No rizz ‘round my head,

yet I felt the weight of it, the thing I had carved

settle like jewels sifted from dust.

I knew then what the seeds ranked in me,

I am crowned by my decisions,

and in this realm I am Persephone.

Whether I am ready or not,

thick skin demands that I stand as queen.

Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.

A survivor reclaiming her territory.

I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.

Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠

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