Persephone
Winter clings to the bones of earth
Ice wrapping around like sinew of muscle and tendons
Heavily weighing down branches
Grief a very similar fashion
Melting muscles heavily against lungs
A breath can never be felt
Fully
But spring’s joy and love
Begins to blossom
Hazy soft shades of pink
Sprouting
A life burrowed in the depths
Of the underworld
Reaching up
Opened palm of resilience
She reclaims herself
Hades lost, becoming Persephone
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I love this take on the Persephone story and honestly you had me with “the bones of earth”