(a rough poem by A.K. Anderson)
Persephone was not kidnapped
She chose to dive.
There was no other way to claim her story.
Until she became Dark Goddess, Light-Swallower,
She was Girl. Maiden. Kore.
Un-storied. Sheltered. A precious, powerless princess.
How do I know?
The girl was down there for six months.
Who fasts for half a year and finally breaks down to snack on half a lousy bite of pomegranate?
Someone who knows exactly what she’s doing.
And it was a pomegranate! Hera’s fruit of divine marriage.
Canny Persephone did not nosh on olive for a loan of Athena’s wisdom.
Did she munch a bite of whole-grain porridge to call her mom?
She was up to Hades. Down with the Underworld. She accepted her life half above,