The Reprisal of Persephone

 

 

Those feathers

were longer than life

stretched out in a way

that could brush along

the tendrils of death himself

 

Hera had mused to me one night

with spite on her tongue

lips thick with malice

and tone dripping of mirth

 

Cunning as she was

whilst spinning a sirens song to me

as she serenaded about the muses

 

Athirst in her quest

to taunt vernally

 

One night

 

She sang it proudly to the moon

 

A pinioned crown

perched atop

bronzed miasma

it bled crimson on her dome

 

That calamus

still sticky with brawn

stunk of terror

yet you spewed that ballad valorously

like the impostor you are

 

That saffron crescent fell ill

veered white at your hymn

and trickled down

from our aghast havens

 

She laid athwart

hell bent brines

and conceived enclaves

from your ignominies

 

Finished the arrival

with oblate surfaces

and polished shrubs

 

When spring had come

you dimmed your tone

 

Oh Hera 

forlorn in your empyrean

perturbed

by the terrains deity

 

You spoke

such a whimsical psalm before

 

Trifled with the one

who ensnared Hades himself

just for a scant taste of enmity

even you could never fathom

 

For the reason is that

you are petrified of fire and brimstone

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