Persephone

Swallow the seeds.

Savor the time below.

Cherish the time above.

One foot in the meadow, the other the grave.

A crown of roses, and a shroud of shadows.

I was not stolen. I was accounted for.

A name the earth remembers before the sun kisses my skin

The pomegranate split like a secret in my mouth,

Sweet enough to make forgetting impossible.

Dangerous enough to make a maiden- a queen

Below, the dark did not ask me to be small.

It taught me the language of roots, and built me a crown of thorns

How to grow without light and still become something whole.