The mother pleads
Stay chaste
But chased the girl will be
by the course of her own bright blood
And dark desire
leads her away
A flowery meadow, a walled garden
are but a moment
For soon she is caught
in the net of time
Lured by the offered fruits
apple, pomegranate
the profferred crown, the throne
the forlorn dead
By herself
By all that is holy
She labors
she offers the fruits of her womb
Pleads to cheat the devil
This one time
The stories mix
but the end is the same
She joins the line
Her mother before her
And before her
She returns at springtime
but cannot stay
The dark workings of the body
ebb and flow
and fasten the blood
to the heedless wheel of time
Sweet life springs forth
Rolls around
in the grass, in the hay
New and not new
Fixed on a near star
the seasons come and go
Lift our hearts
Seduce us with every beauty
Lovely and evocative of all womanhood, and Persephone and Demeter…and more personal stories. Thank you for sharing this.
I had so many images moving through my mind as I read these words… changing just as the transition of Ostara brings us changes. Powerful images, sistah! It IS lovely. I agree with Lynn: Thank you! xo
Lovely, wonderful images.
Wow Cari! Just amazing.
Thanks to everyone for reading, and the lovely comments. This one was very close to my heart. Some things are best said obliquely, or with metaphor.