Demeters world is falling apart
she enters the tomb
leaving behind every last bit
of skin and bone
her heart, jagged little pieces
tears, condensed salted earth
her spirit as dark as Hades, ashen
her womb, a barren undergrowth of loss
her voice, a howling banshee
sevenfold
Persephone revisited in dreams
her escape futile, Hades whispers
she runs, never holding on nor looking back
dismembered dissociation awaits
those who fail
while cadaverous limbs are discarded
fertile appendages flail
her pieces crumble to dust
Demeter withdraws her love
only to find a serpent tongue
suckling at her breast
Demeter descends, Persephone awaits
her chamber the great unclean
unashamedly devouring our lost souls
Demeter falls to her knees in despair
death is just a figment, and life
here is just a memory
she breathes in the rancid air,
the smell of a distant pyre
she kisses the hand that feeds her
there are only fools here in paradise.
Copyright © 2009 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
This is seriously good, Jodine. I like the use of the italic line.
Great idea to use myths, great of them too. And an endless source of ideas too!
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I’ve just written another one you might like to have a squizz at… it’s called Mothers… thanks. Jx
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I really like this writing. I love mythology.
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