Persephone; a poem by Diane Dehler

Persephone

I can be seen

Slipping down the dusk

In a thin black boat.

Oars made of my 

Wooden love, send 

Chilly notes of reproach 

Through watery channels.

I pass beneath frozen

Rocks that dazzle me

Cold black and grey designs.

A solitary bell tolls,

Persephone’s bell

Ringing an ancient time.

One moment past tragedy

Hours before dawn.

Remembering roses and

Sunlight, windy clouds,

Rain on my face. 

There are crevices where 

My eyes once were.

You who have tasted the

Bitter red fruit 

Of love, we know one 

Another you  and I.

Diane Dehler

Published in the Taj Mahal Review Vol. 12 Number 2http://www.theapplicant.org/site/2013/12/01/snow-leopard-nepal/



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