Tag: proserpina

I asked him for it.
For the blood, for the rust,
for the sin.
I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about,
or the fine marble of palaces,
or even the roses in the mouth of servants.
I wanted pomegranates—
I wanted darkness,
I wanted him.
So I grabbed my king and ran away
to a land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I’d been dragged.
I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you,
the red on my lips isn’t wine.
I hope you’ve heard of horns,
but that isn’t half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.
Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.
Do not send flowers,
we’ll throw them in the river.
‘Flowers are for the dead’, ‘least that’s what
the mortals say.
I’ll come back when he bores me,
but Mama,
not today.

Daniella Michalleni, “Persephone Speaks” (via ladystigmata)

the-writers-ramblings:

mythology series → the bride of death persephone [Περσεφόνη]

i was a heavy heart to carry
my beloved was weighed down
my arms around his neck
my fingers laced to crown

i was a heavy heart to carry
my feet dragged across ground
and he took me to the river

where he slowly let me drown

marthajefferson:

because of six little pomegranates

Holliday Grainger → Persephone
Richard Armitage → Hades

Time is not an opponent for immortal beings like them. He laughed the first time his brother offered this compromise. 6 months. In other words, nothing. A blink.  He accepted. But we easily get used to warmth and laughs, and the smell of flowers and taste of pomegranates were missing in their bed…