So like autumn
are you
mother of sweetness,
soft curls and
skin of brown
flaking off
like rust.
Like a tragedy
are you
averse hell-queen,
you your birth-tree
leaving;
falling to make
your final harvest.
Demure daughter
mourning mother
Earth itself
peels apart from
your grief
like rust.
Author notes
For a contest. Tells the story of Demeter and Persephone.
Prompt color: Rust.
A contest entry
- orange by Salty Hibiscus.
458 points, ended October 20, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i think rust is a beautiful shade of orange - one of my favorite colors. i liked your response to the prompt of choice. wonderful use of imagery and poetic devices. thank you for sharing.
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