Here, a young maiden
comes to the fields
to gather the wildest flowers
that grow seemingly free.
She gathers them innocently,
Unknowingly and naively.
And here comes Hades in his
blackened carriage-to ravish.
No more can she smell the pretty flowers,
they no longer rise to greet the sun.
Until her mother, Demeter, sees her free,
but until then, she is bound to be
In ever plentiful darkness.
In winter, she will live underneath,
In the underworld, she will be a queen,
maidenhood forsaken, as all things die,
yet in spring, she shall rise,
so free, like the flowers
that bud anew,
with a voice of renewal,
and all things true.
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Athena's Words of Wisdom: Empowering Poetry for Women
PoetryThese poems have been written over the course of several years, and reflect emotions as they pertain to being a woman, feeling judged, abused, inadequate, but also powerful after confronting our inner demons. This collection is also reflective of an...
