Persephone's Cradle
Knowing I shall some day join you in the unknown is my most familiar thought
I shiver at the thought
how some day
love
will be without a face.
Your face.
I fear it will fade and fray
like old poster in down town Athens.
Forgotten and frail in the rain.
Shot dead in Exarcheia neighbourhood
now you are remembered as a street.
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I fear it might turn into an album cover.
Retro and forgotten too
in drawers and book shelves
where we hide all that hurts.
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Train don't become inside me.
I'm afraid of the stops,
the passengers,
the changing scenery.
Stay here.
I'll meet you at the end of the road.
On the tracks.
Yes, on the tracks if I have to.
Now that my summers are gone
There's only one place I want to meet the sun again.
As close as possible.
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Don't leave me
my fate, sorrowed and sweet.
With all my soul
down to every bone
and all my skin.
Borrowed under bondage
Loan to the loners and the ills
with all my flaws and all my faults
I shall be forever yours.
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I remember the cadence of your voice
Waltzing on notes in every love confession
Bittersweet Lethe and I am so homesick
~
In my echoing void
I hear you whisper
'Our love this strong, is never gone.'
And my skies open up a cradle.
As long as I don't stray too far from Hades...
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⚜ For my late husband. Comfort in knowing he's never gone, for love is stronger than the distance of death.
⚜ Pictures are selected and combined in a collage to capture the aesthetic imagery and symbolism of the poem.
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About the Creator
Jessie Wylder
Writing has been my safe place, my antidote to grief, my love language, my psychonaut trips.
I'll give you what we all need; a hand, a shoulder, an empty page to sign your existence.
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Comments (7)
I can feel the strong personal emotions of Jessy!
Beautiful
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Very moving Jessie!! Beautiful poem!
Oh my love it's beautiful! Sorrowful and brave
Very deep and touching!
Sad and beautiful. Grief is hard but our loved ones are never gone. We carry them inside.