05 October 2013

The Maiden

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The Eleusinian trio: PersephoneTriptolemus and Demeter 
National Archaeological Museum of Athens



To lose summer weight, she fell with autumn—
     joining golden oak leaves and cold snowflakes
     to cover green grass and the last roses.

Like her companions, she wed laciness—
    blue-veined scroll work visible through her skin,
    her story transparent,  death immanent

Teach me to hibernate. She begged the grass
     I'll wake with you. She cajoled the acorns
    but they chewed her brittle limbs to fatten

We are grateful for your wisdom, but we'll
     take it from here. They sang praises to her
     and caressed her torso into the earth.





Posted at Poetry Pantry #170 at Poets United.  

Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast




17 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

She finally became a part of nature:)

Brian Miller said...

wow the last 2 stanzas in particular....the feeding off the mother for their own growth, the passing of the baton as well in taking it from here...really cool look in on nature...and it too makes a nice metaphor as well

howanxious said...

Well-penned. Time to bid farewell to Persephone... going forth to resume being the queen of underworld.

-HA

TALON said...

Oh, this was a tight and beautiful write. I loved it!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Hi Susan--this is gorgeous--beautifully written--makes my heart leap!

Mary said...

I am not sure I have the meaning of this poem right....but to me it shows the feeling of being one with nature & being open to the lessons nature has to teach~ Nice one, Susan.

grapeling said...

you accomplish the narrative shift so smoothly, Susan. beautiful pen ~ M

Grace said...

I take it like a season moving into another ~ We can't stop the coming so better to fall into them ~ Really well done with the myth Susan ~

Susan said...

Metaphor? O, life! That is for sure. But I learned early that if you leave dolls under the leaves, they are still there in the spring. Only slightly changed. Thank you, Brian.

Susan said...

Underworld. Hmmm. I wonder if the roots of living things are evident in the Hades of myth? Thank you for your comment.

Susan said...

Thank you, Talon.

Susan said...

Oh, thank you! It is meant to be a positive poem.

WabiSabi said...

Sumptuous writing and your close was the icing!

Susan said...

That's the deeper level, Mary. On the surface, it is just a "what if." Thank you for going straight there. I did not see her death as a sadness.

Susan said...

Thank you, M.

Susan said...

Great comment, Grace. Thank you.

rallentanda said...

I thought of Persephone as well.A D Hope wrote a poem about Persephone. You would like it.