Persephone,
don’t you eat that pomegranate seed,
or even that of the simple persimmon.
Persephone,
now just wait a minute.
For you might
fall into surrender
and fold into submission.
Though you’re getting Stockholm Syndrome
you’ll forever be in the prison
of the Underworld of Hades,
a thought that you do hate.
For your poor mother Demeter,
her demure and mourning features
are creating a bleak picture
on the surface of the earth.
She used a torch to search for you
without a clue went to your father Zeus.
Who despite being omniscient,
refused to provide the sufficient information.
So out of desperation,
an act of devastation…
Goddess of the harvest
suffering from her loss is
stalling all of creation
and keeping crops from birth.
The human race
will be erased.
No food to taste
nothing to eat.
No offerings for the deities
no reasons for the mortals to believe.
Indirectly, Demeter had an ace up her sleeve.
Which fired up an ired Zeus and made him scream,
“Who will believe in me?
Who will believe in me?”
In a sense of urgency,
Zeus declared emergency,
rescue sweet Persephone
from the center of the earth.
Moving with alacrity,
quicksilver and mercury,
messenger of the gods, Hermes
went to fetch sweet Persephone.
Past the River Styx,
the three-headed Cerberus,
no sight of cherubs or of nymphs,
just a dreadful glimpse of those
who are dead and long gone.
Not a suitable place
for the beautiful living Persephone
to belong.
But her suitor said,
“Personally,
what’s a king without his queen?
Unfortunately,
you view my courtship as captivity.
And everything on the surface
is coming our way through death.
Even belief in the gods,
I never would have thought.
Darling, ’cause of my larceny,
my theft.
The taking of you
without your consent.
My primal seduction,
the rape and abduction
of Persephone!”
“So, Persephone…
as an offering,
an apology,
won’t you take this pomegranate seed?”