I couldn’t get a better picture of it, but here is my little shrine.
The little gifts: pomegranates, asphodel, pomegranate flower, torch and narcissus flower.
Greek myth-inspired poem i wrote for my AP summer work
- watercolours, acrylic and gel pen on 320 gsm paper
This was my art final for this term. The theme was mythology, and naturally I had to choose Persephone as my subject matter
As a young girl, Persephone traveled around the world with her mother, who ruled over the earth and everything that grew from it.
Hades, the god of the underworld, wanted her for his wife. He spoke to his brother Zeus, who agreed to help him. One day Zeus caused a beautiful flower to grow in a place where Persephone was walking. The girlto admire the flower. At that moment, Hades rode out of the underworld on a chariot, Persephone, and took her back to his kingdom.
of these events, Demeter searched everywhere for her missing daughter. For days she wandered the earth with a flaming in each hand and in her distress caused all crops to wither and die. threatened. Zeus feared that humankind would perish, leaving no one to perform sacrifices to the gods. He begged Demeter to restore life to the earth, but she refused to do so unless Persephone was returned to her underworld land of dead.
Zeus sent Mercury, messenger of the gods, to fetch Persephone from the underworld. As she was leaving, Hades gave her a sweet pomegranate, and she ate several of its seeds. Persephone did not realize that eating food from the underworld meant that she could not leave it. As a result, Zeus declared that Persephone [[x]]
I’m putting together an “Areté of Persephone”, a virtue devotional project along the same line as what ginandjack is doing (a few posts down on my blog).
I’m planning on starting weekly focus on these virtues at the Autumn Equinox, for a week each (around the time I’ll be done with Aphrodite’s).
If anyone would like to collaborate and discuss this Areté of Persephone, let me know, I’d be happy to share my thoughts so far and we could put something great together.
(I avoid posting in tags ever, but here goes. I used to blog as proserpinas-garden if anyone remembers me.)
She begs to eat something in his domain;
He does not want her to stay here.
This was just to show her that much more remains in the world.
Not everything is sunshine and flowers.
Not everything is fertility.
She screams in rage,
like a child;
but he forgets that she is older than he.
Even in his infinite, enduring life,
she is older and more grown than he.
and yet she is not.
She finds The Fruit and making sure he sees her,
consumes three seeds.
He moves to her.
The earth begins to wail.
Before his fingertips,
touch her skin,
another seed finds it’s way into her mouth.
He let’s the fruit fly and decay in his heart,
in his land.
He kisses her,
taking the seeds in his own mouth before
spitting them at their feet.
Four children between,
he swore it on the dead land
beneath their bare feet.
He does not watch her as the messenger,
guides her up the steps and into her mother’s arms.
He does not wait to hear the doors open after
she gives her mother the news.
she finds the decayed fruit.
Two more seeds, still sparkle red.
They find their way into her mouth,
and she spits them at his feet
where he sits on his throne.
Thanatos dismisses himself,
taking part to see the souls.
she does not smile at him.
he does not move.
Four souls and Cerberus complaining.
He outstretches a hand,
she takes it and pulls him to her.
She is starved,
this child of harvest and plenty.
The table of the world is covered in blackness
at her shadow
she rips at his black clothing.
he takes time unclasping her yellow robes.
they marry hurriedly at the table of souls.
She causes ichor to spill down his back
gold spilling on black cloths.
he frowns in slight pain, but does not mark her.
not until she asks to bleed.
he does not tie her
until she asks for his horsewhips.
not once do the seeds take root.
he blames himself;
god of the dead.
she tells him it is her.
goddess of fertility
and cannot bear children.
his seed is strong,
but she has nothing.
not since the twice-born.
she lies barren and abused.
Six, she reminds him.
six children never to be born.
he sighs into his palms.
she wraps her hands around the warm breath.
he thought maybe, the universe would not laugh at him, not this time.
instead, he is the only one still crying.
Mythology Meme ➝ 9 Greek Gods/Goddesses
↳ Persephone, part one: Queen of the Underworld.
Persephone/Porserpina - Queen of the Underworld