Persophone
on her mobile
to Ceres her mummy
telling her not to worry
but she's gone to Hell
with her new squeeze
Hades
and not to throw a wobbly
everything will be alright
(she'll write)
but the signal gets cut off
as she goes underground
and the train hurtles in
to the station.
The last thing she hears
is Ceres crying.
Mummy can't think with grief
even gives her precious garden
the cold shoulder.
Winter etches itself
into her heart.
Persophone having a real good time
doesn't keep her promise to write
(it slips her mind to phone home) .
Ceres finally convinces
some top bod
(who thinks he's God)
to give the nod
to Hades
and rather reluctantly
(truculantly)
darling daughter
finally
makes it home
wild delight
in her eyes
as if nothing has happened
'Wot...wot! ? '
laughing & grossly elaborating
the tale she has to tell
her laughter
whtie white
wreathed in a secret
smile
a pomegranate seed
caught in the gap
of her front teeth
(a gap Hades loves) .
Sprig arrives
back on earth
and for the moment
birds sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem