The season is turning: Winter into Spring – and at this time of year I always find myself with thoughts of Persephone the sweet young daughter of Demeter who was snatched from this world to become Queen of Hades. This poem (not the luc bat poem I promised – that one is still in progress) I wrote 2 years ago when I was journeying with Persephone: a deep and dark journey that was! In this poem I wonder if, even though she was taken into Hades against her will, perhaps she was not so opposed to the idea of being Queen of the Underworld – for there she became a woman, even if she did so away from the support of her mother. I believe every young woman should be offered the rites of womanhood in the presence of her mother, and I grieve for both Persephone and Demeter that Hades denied them of this opportunity to share such a special moment in their lives together. In the end, though, Persephone found her own strength in the lands of the dead, and is able to return to the arms of her mother each spring to renew our joy, to recharge our energy. The return of Persephone marks a new phase, a new opportunity to breathe a little more life and colour and freedom into our existence.
I offer this poem in celebration of her return with the Spring.
Blithe nymph with friends you laugh and prance
In present moment bliss you dance
From one sensory feast to another
Unaware that you stray far from Mother
Safe under the sun’s gaze
Safe in your childish grace
Unwary of the darkness near
The shadow of your mother dear
The pull from floral escapades in youth
The call from deep which shall reveal the truth.
On a journey you now embark
Alone to grow wings in the dark
A mother left to mourn her daughter’s dream
To search in vain for the source of her scream
By force Death took you down
By force, gave you a crown
But did you go unwillingly?
To meet with your new destiny?
Perhaps some inner hunger you expressed
When Innocence became the Queen of Death
A seed you slipped between your teeth
And so for now you stay beneath
To reign among the disembodied souls
To grant them their peace, their fears you console
Young queen, you’ve changed your name
Return, but not the same
A girl’s heart in a woman’s hide
Between two worlds is Hade’s bride
Return your crown of darkness to the King
Persephone emerge into the Spring
Written by and Copyright to Jennifer McCormack, 2008