honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman

persephone (will I ever stop?)

Persephone, you have always been my ideal; queen of the underworld, sad and powerful, with rosy pink lips and orange hair bestowed with curls. You are always in my mind as a I drift around the world. I smell the dirt and think of you. I wonder how you must feel, me thinking of you, sitting on your blackened throne with silent crystal tears on your cheeks. You are forever in my heart. You live in my ribs and drape yourself on their harsh rungs. But I will always love you.

The nineteenth of December, 2016.

I hope you lot are well.