pomegranateandivy:

She is the Night,

Dark and full of beauty.

Her’s is Cold, and Death;

Curses, and Shame.

A crown of thorns upon Her head,

Roses, dead and dried, braided in Her hair.

Sweet words pour from Her lips,

Coaxing you into darkness without a fight.

She is the Day,

Bright and full of love.

Her’s is Warmth, and Life;

Innocence, and Forgiveness.

A crown of flowers upon Her head,

Narcissus held between Her hands.

Honey’d songs pour from Her lips,

Taking a heart, which was never truly yours.

She is the Wild,

Dangerous and cunning.

Her’s is Strength, and Guile;

Bravery, and Abandon.

No crown of laurel upon Her head,

The Earth beneath Her feet.

She says nothing as She leads the way,

Taking all She ever wanted, claiming what is Hers.

kweiss01:

Enlèvement de Proserpine d’après by Alessandro Allori, 1570

kweiss01:

Enlèvement de Proserpine d’après by Alessandro Allori, 1570

PERSEPHONE, goddess of spring growth and rebirth; (4/9) GREEK GODS/GODDESSES.

associate of the seasons, essence bright,
all-ruling virgin, bearing heavenly light.

with fruits abounding, a bounteous mind,
horned, and alone desired by those of mortal kind.

coloricioso:

From the underground I’ll grow, I’ll bloom and I’ll rise to touch the sky.

coloricioso:

From the underground I’ll grow, I’ll bloom and I’ll rise to touch the sky.

i am not the story
you have been told.

i am not pure
nor powerless
i am not your fantasy
of an innocent you can corrupt.

you think he took me?
you think i knew not what i did
when i laughed and placed those crimson seeds
upon my tongue?

do not mistake my kindness
for naievete.
i am forest fires and flower buds
i am poisonous thorns and newborn foals
i am death and rebirth—
cross me at your peril.
(you shall find that pretty rose vines
are just as lovely when they wrap tight over your limbs
and shatter your bones.)

my lord, he brings me wreaths of bloodstained flowers,
and i grant him kisses laced with venom
he gifts me graveyards to plant my orchids
and i send him the torn heads of men
who wrong my maidens.
(i teach them combat alongside botany. both are arts.)
he rules with iron fist and i
with gentle touch.
we live and love in a curious harmony
of sweet birdsong
and the tortured screams of sinners.

come springtide i am bound to earth
to my mother’s sunfilled meadows,
her unequivocal, enduring love.
and by the fading light of summer
i return to my lover’s onyx walls
and cimmerian heart.
i cherish both but they know
they would have no claim on me if i did not desire it
for i belong to myself,
i am only my own—
half blooming creation,
half blazing hellfire.

he calls me his lady
but he knows
i am a queen.

persephone speaks, by a.c. (via bellamybleke)

wattleandgum:

Kore’s warning



hear it father

because my voice

is seeping into the air

like sap, and I will only

say it once:

when the history books

are carved, there

will be plenty of space for me,

your wayward lightning child

with a molten heart; when you

opened me up (irrevocable) you tried

to hide us deep in the warmth

of earth, but that was never enough

to swathe my touch.

there are roots in me

older and deeper

than the gods -

I am the daughter of

earth, goddess

of that which grows;

what greater power

is than that of

creation?

count me father -

here in this

I am

the very soil on which

you stand, I am the quiet

whispered air you breathe.

I am unfathomable,

and you

are just the sky.

moistmajesty:

I DID A PERSEPHONE PHOTO SHOOT

“Lost in Hell, Persephone,

Take her head upon your knee;

Say to her, “My dear, my dear,

It is not so dreadful here.”  

   It isn’t. The air is chilly but her skin stays smooth, smooth and white, a thin layer of flesh over her delicate bones. He runs a finger on the side of her neck, only then leaving a path of goosebumps. There is no trace of fear in her eyes -not blue nor black: a shade in between- their depth far beneath the Tartarus. No fear now, no fear then, her lips dripping red juice -a hint of it still painting them dark. What do they know about us? They say I took you, I stole you, they tremble whispering my name. Let them taste the dread - our craves, they cannot fathom. 

Zeus looked at her and saw power he could gain. Demeter loved Persephone with all the fierceness a mother could muster, and Hades…Hades would break the world for her.
— The Iron Queen (via kaitlinbevis)

coloricioso:

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.

jacyndaquil:

Greek myth-inspired poem i wrote for my AP summer work

jacyndaquil:

Greek myth-inspired poem i wrote for my AP summer work

chrica:

"pomegranate"
 - 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
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chrica:

"pomegranate"

 - 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

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