I sat as if a statue,
and Hades brushed my hair
with a comb of iron and asphodel.
I sat as if an icon,
and Demeter brushed my hair
with a comb of crocus and water.
On either side of my candled body,
they held out my hair like wings,
and ran their fingers through it,
oars through black and separate rivers.
And Hades' hand was on my knee, saying:
You are safe here,
where we have brought you.
And Demeter's arms were close on mine, saying:
We only meant the dark
to be a quiet pool
where we can whisper
and remain unheard.
The sky is so bright, and so brazen.
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Mythopoesis will be lost here, but know that one conversant with archetypalism endorses you energetically. Send me a gossamer strand.
Because I had a thirst for Greek mythology and as one who loved to swim in rivers creeks streams pools over summer, the intrigue and pull of mysteries in Hades beyond drowning water, the care of the candled body by Hades and Demeter with unique imagery, the lines We only meant the dark to be a quiet pool where we can whisper and remain unheard. The sky is so bright, and so brazen. are a wonderful conclusion.10+ and saved :)