Ronald Peat

Rookie - 75 Points (4/24/42 / California)

Don’t Cry Any More Persephone - Poem by Ronald Peat

Don’t Cry Any More Persephone

Oh there are plenty of days
to remember from the first Narcissus
to the fey of ripened Pomegranate.
We could dream about the stars
before we sleep in the far fields
quilted among the daffodils.
We have all summer to play in the river
until the shivered beginnings with Autumn’s rain;
then we'll count the red and yellow leaves.
We can dance our dance beneath bright trees
before the Pomegranate splits and bleeds
with its tart sweetness upon our lips;
we’ll let it run down our chins
in crimson drips— dropp
by dropp along the ground.
It’s that day we must say goodbye, once
again. That last moment in a dark month
before your sorrowful indifference begins.

© RH Peat 6/3/2010 6: 55pm
form free verse stichic 18 lines.
When the bulbs return to the underworld
Death as rebirth

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  • (9/29/2015 3:04:00 PM)

    Sensual and piercing.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 16, 2010

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