What fiery magic have you wrought here in this
middle world. Do you wish to stifle me with your heated presence? Are you
afraid I’ll forget you here in this lush land where trees still bloom in
October? Do you think it possible I could forget your branding fingertips
against my cool, pale flesh? Or that I might prefer Ra’s searing touch upon my
skin?
I cannot forget your dark heat that warms me from
within. Though I miss the loving touch of my mother, her protective embrace
stifles in other ways; I made my choice when I swallowed the seed of the sacred
fruit. I am now the dark earth in which the pomegranate waits to be born. I am
the fruit that will return to this middle world again in spring.
But I hesitate here in this bright, lush land. Your
furnace burns through from the underworld wilting tender blooms, but I want one
more day here my dear, beloved Hades, one more day in the sun amongst the
living, one more day before I return to the darkness, under your fire, the fire
that lives in the seed, that essence that is both life and death. How like my
mother you are, dark and beautiful. You know I cannot resist.
Withdraw your heat from this world. Soon I’ll be
with you my love. Soon I’ll let you consume my soul for that long, dark night.
Soon my burning one…soon.
Your Beloved,
Persephone
This piece of fiction is for New World Creative
Union’s Wednesday Wake-Up Call prompt. This week it is all about elemental magic. I
thought of fire when it reached 109F here yesterday. Hotter than Hades! It got
me thinking about what magic could be made to cool off good ole Hades…or at
least get him to tone it down a bit. It was cloudy the better part of today and didn't quite reach 90F. Thank you Hades or maybe I should be thanking
Persephone.
Take the following items and create something from them:
prose, a poem, a sketch, a watercolor, et cetera. All of the following items
must be a part, and distinguishable, of whatever you create:
My mother left the U.S. when she met my father, a Canadian
from Nova Scotia. Near the end of her pregnancy with me they were visiting her
relatives in Detroit…I guess I decided that is where I wanted to be born and so
was born two weeks early. Many years later I returned to the U.S., though born
here I had never lived here until thirteen years ago. I moved to So Cal when I
met Charles/Beautyseer online.
This poem is dedicated to my parents and to both of
my homelands.
This poem was inspired by Animal Planet's, Mermaids: The Body Found. It didn't seem for real and was very sensationalized as most cable shows are now, but it did get me thinking. The video below is a music video by Raina, the Halifax Mermaid. The song is For the First Time by Drew Rogers.
This poem is from a writing exercise I did during a weekly
poetry salon I hold in my home. A friend did the exercise…we had to choose a
tarot card and then write what came to mind.
