Sunday, December 10, 2017

Demeter to Persephone by Alicia Ostriker


Demeter to Persephone

I watched you walking up out of that hole
All day it had been raining
in that field in Southern Italy
rain beating down making puddles in the mud
hissing down on rocks from a sky enraged
I waited and was patient
finally you emerged and were immediately soaked
you stared at me without love in your large eyes
that were filled with black sex and white powder
but this is what I expected when I embraced you
Your firm little breasts against my amplitude
Get in the car I said
and then it was spring

 

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