MythologyA Poem by CourtniReneeFlowers grew under your feet a carpet for your laughter to trail after you. The sun turned your skin- shade of the earth she loved so. You would let the water wash over your body her song the only melody you desire. When you stood with you mother they called you Kore. Who were you when you were alone? You wove a crown of flowers, asters, coreopsis, poppy, to wear on the hair your mother braided. Were you frightened when the earth opened her mouth? When he stepped out of gaping dark? What waited for you under the soil you had nurtured with your growing hands. Was there darkness? Or were the waiting souls lit with the hope of your arrival? Did you find joy in their patience? For to them your kindness was a sun burning with no sky. Did you plant a garden? Leave a trail of clover? Did he gift you with yarrow and myrtle? When you stood with him they called you Persephone but who were you when you were alone? What was your name, keeper of flowers? Who were you, guardian of souls? Who could you have been, if not for the desires of others? © 2021 CourtniRenee
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StatsAuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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