Persephone’s Ascent

Petrarchan sonnet

By Harper Lewis Published 12 months ago • Updated 12 months ago • 1 min read

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Everyone awaits the goddess of the flowers,

spring fever throbbing through mortal bodies, greed

for love, ravenous desire to collapse in spilled seed

driving every earthly choice, passion building, becoming a tower,

an inferno filled with fiery power,

restless as a cat, treed

on a burning metal roof, trapped indeed,

a situation quite dour.

Feeling the fire rising from below,

woozy from intoxicating brew,

another round of this game we play:

but it’s my turn to ebb, yours to flow,

wild and caged as animals in a zoo,

unwilling to leave, unable to stay.

Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.

Intertextuality is my passion.

Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.

My words are mine, not a robot’s.

MA English literature, CofC

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