Sunday, July 9, 2017

Persephone in the Afternoon (Day 172)

I can see Persephone 
waving to me
as we pull our way 
toward the opposite shore. 
The crossing is dark,
barely lit by a spark,
that seems to glow
and grow from the deep.
For a moment, I'm blind,
afternoon light floods in
as I struggle to climb
out of sleep. Then again, 
and a whoosh, as our hull 
scrapes the ground—
with a rush we’ve emerged, 
from the night.
Sudden sunlight bursts free,
Yet, squinting, I see 
a dim, but heartbreaking, 
sight—lovely Persephone,
in a vanishing fog, motioning, 
still waving to me.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six


Image: The Return of Persephone, Frederick Leighton, 1891