Fallen arrows,
Perhaps from the quiver and bow
of a stumbling Eros,
have plunged us
into dream,
and Proserpine's abyss.
This,at the brightest edge,
the penumbre,
of the season,
when it's turning,
as at sunset,
is palpable and most immediate.
At the heart of this "midsummer's flower"
lies knowledge of an approaching zenith, and
from that point
we will enter our dream realms,
their dusk-palimpsests.
In deepest shadow,
the "blackest chaos" of which is fear,
we walk
barefoot into our cold mind's hell.
Blind and feeling travellers,
down through cavernous ice-labyrinths,
amidst screaming dead and dying,
to where our love is laying,
almost slain.
We are living flesh
though this ice burns
it is but life
branding our consciousness'-
shivering the quick.
So Love,
i know
how your flesh is burning,
i want you to love me
throughout
manifold forevers,
o' love me
through the very edge
of each winter's Thanitos,
after ever burning us
upon the pyre
of each midsummer's fire, and
love me
for as long as our flesh can bear,
that flesh we ache to share,
the Sibyl
of our walk.
Like me all those Proserpines
will wander along the shore,
long to see some more, and
bathe in the shallows
of the river Styx.
Cold, icy blasts will be their eyes
as they watch midsummer's fires,
for there will be no chance for last goodbyes.
All roses thus kissed
burn in labyrinths of an underworld garden,
they will burn there evermore, while
they but visit Hades
for to tend dead roses,
to catch them as they're falling,
bring saved seed for mother's pouch,
their tiny lives unfolding
as soon as they reach the shore.
Summer's dancing heights
sees her flung into his arms,
and he kisses her,
because they have ever met before.
They then will disappear
trailing blood-drop pomegranate seeds,
barest
signs
of
struggle.
Author notes
This is by no means a glorification of rape... it describes the difficulty of love to survive in a world where such abuse renders it hellish...
if it were not for the sort of passion, self sacrifice, bravery, and faith in it's immortality that love requires/demands it would not exist.... enjoy.
Written February 12th, 2006
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The depth of love is hidden to some and mocked by others. I enjoyed this write but have the energy nor the will to look up Proserpine - mind enlightening me??
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great job
great poem, loved this part:
Like me Proserpine
will wander along the shore,
long to see some more, and
bathe in the shallows
of the river Styx.
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BEAUTIFUL!!! Well, WELL done. Enjoy your trophy, and I will look forward to your entry into round two of this contest!!
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Ok now after reading two of your writes and both are totally awesome with words that sound shakespearean I must add you to my fav's. Keep it up!
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This is very deep and dark, and I find it hard to see love in here- except for the comment you made in the author comment afterwards. It is very difficult to love anyone after such an experience, some will never love ever, even though they also seek it forever, which is really never (?)
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