An offering to Persephone as we continue to "descend" into the darkness of the winter season in the Northern Hemisphere. May it bring light to your nights.
Thank you dear Schuyler. I enjoyed your inspiring Persephone Descending flow all in rhyme couplets!
I was reminded that in 2005 I wrote a Persephone Rising poetic flow - not in rhyme. ;-). Archetypal figures are generally not any conscious part of my own imaginal, creative and inner dialogue realm. I think this is the only thing that I have written that references them. However at the time of this writing I was deeply in love and dialogue with someone who was very touched by Jung, Myth and archetype. I think he must have pointed to how her myth lived in me - or me in relation to him. Here it is:
Persephone Rising
Dancing to her soul's prayer,
she necessarily finds
where love has not come to know itself;
where the experience of freedom can forget itself.
How can I give up my soul
when I am wherever I could give it?
when it is all i can give it to?
I am Perspehone looking for Hades in heaven.
"Where does not light spring eternal
and the earth's plentiful bounty
flow through God's unending breath?"
Ecstasy found her chink
in the delight of her passionate yearning.
As she turned a corner looking for hidden conditions,
Maya upstaged her bliss with upsurges of its discontent.
Ellen, thank you for sharing your beautiful poetic offering. I love how love moves us to create--even in ways that are new to us or different--we are changed by love, aren't we? I really like these lines: How can I give up my soul/when I am wherever I could give it?/when it is all i can give it to? XO May she hear our prayers and I do believe she does :)
Thank you dear Schuyler. I enjoyed your inspiring Persephone Descending flow all in rhyme couplets!
I was reminded that in 2005 I wrote a Persephone Rising poetic flow - not in rhyme. ;-). Archetypal figures are generally not any conscious part of my own imaginal, creative and inner dialogue realm. I think this is the only thing that I have written that references them. However at the time of this writing I was deeply in love and dialogue with someone who was very touched by Jung, Myth and archetype. I think he must have pointed to how her myth lived in me - or me in relation to him. Here it is:
Persephone Rising
Dancing to her soul's prayer,
she necessarily finds
where love has not come to know itself;
where the experience of freedom can forget itself.
How can I give up my soul
when I am wherever I could give it?
when it is all i can give it to?
I am Perspehone looking for Hades in heaven.
"Where does not light spring eternal
and the earth's plentiful bounty
flow through God's unending breath?"
Ecstasy found her chink
in the delight of her passionate yearning.
As she turned a corner looking for hidden conditions,
Maya upstaged her bliss with upsurges of its discontent.
Seduced by desire, she plunges into its bowels.
I wake up through my hidden fear
looking out of your eyes
at my two faces marred
where the light of integrity appears gone.
Fallen angel, found her underworld
in the nightmare of her discontent
and I smile as we fly past
through Janus's gateways
bridging beginnings and endings
our wing tips spanning integrities
stretched out beyond the sun.
Ellen Davis, 2005
Ellen, thank you for sharing your beautiful poetic offering. I love how love moves us to create--even in ways that are new to us or different--we are changed by love, aren't we? I really like these lines: How can I give up my soul/when I am wherever I could give it?/when it is all i can give it to? XO May she hear our prayers and I do believe she does :)