Time in the Underworld

For DVerse Poetics, we are challenged to use the myth of Persephone as inspiration for a new poem. I am also making a pingback to ChelleBee’s daily prompt, because the word is “pingback.” 🙂


Soon Persephone is leaving
Demeter, mother in mourning,
Let it be
Winter
As long as you need.

One mistake so long-lasting
Ruby-red pomegranate seeds deceiving:
Let the leaves
Brittlely
Lament Hades’ greed.

Persephone, too, is unhappy
Caught in this cycle unwillingly:
Let it be
Springtime,
Soon, briefly freed.

withered leaves photo
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Awaiting Spring

I almost forgot to post a décima for this week’s challenge (“spring” in the A rhyme line). I’ve written two of them this week, and this is the one that I think is better. 🙂

Expectantly, we wait for spring,
We await the rivers’ flowing
And sapling greenery growing,
As meadows with sparrow-song ring.

Now winter still is felt. Its sting
Admittedly not so severe
In northern places, over here
In California, still is felt.
There are distinct ices to melt:
One which most needs to go is fear.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
That brings me to what I am loving today: the weather in California. Even a cold and grayish day such as today is not actually cold.

Snow and Mud and Ashes

This is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, the first of this year. I’m not sure how well my “abstract poetry” turned out, but here it is, and I am sharing with DVerse OLN also.


A safety-orange traffic cone is brighter than day.
Snow blankets the ground, stifling any seedling
Which might emerge from what was once just mud.
Ashes from a campfire dapple snow with gray —

Seedlings push through the greatest of difficulties.
Angels can be made in snow, days made brighter,
Even those ashes speak of happier days gifted —

Some people have a raven’s shadow above their door, never lifted.

Sorry, when I am given “raven” as a prompt word, my mind always goes, “Poe.”