She will Return with her Flaming Torch

I'm swamped by this cumbersome duvet
that resists my attempts to wrestle it off
while coddling me to sleep even longer.

A shadow beckons from the window
enticing me to drift across the river
only to snare me in twilight.

Struggling to rise, I scrutinise
the sky for willow warblers returning
from palms in toasted lands,

but it's premature, for their circadian
stirring. I drag drapes back further.
Naked arms wave frantically

pleading to be buttoned with buds,
succoured by mother orb.
hopeless, I slump into pillows, waiting

for Persephone's return.

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S1&2 used to be:

Swamped by a cumbersome
duvet, I attempt to wrestle it off
excessively snoozing.

Shadows dance by the window
like demons taunting my panic
of being snared in twilight ... forever.

Last but one line was:
I slump into hopeless pillows, waiting

I've missed the 'forever' at the end of St2n- felt it was a bit over the top.

Wow, Eisa, this interesting poem appears to be a personal episode that you've deftly conjured up with Greek mythology. At least it seems so to me, at first reading.

"my panic of being snared in twilight...forever"

Hades was a twilight zone for the Greeks, the place where the dead were shadows wandering around during their after-life. Forever!

For some interpreters, Persephone could return from the underworld, with Zeus' permission, during springtime and summer. Then back to her husband, Hades, during the dark months of winter. Right?

For others, she reigned in Hades all of the time.

I hope you'll give me a few tips on this one, Eisa! You also mention "mother orb", and she was Demeter in the myth, who despaired of ever seeing her daughter again.

I love your title! Persephone is depicted with a flaming torch and sheafs of wheat, I believe.

So I've picked these tiny bits out of your intriguing poem...but I want more! LOL...

Very glad to see you posting again. I hope your example will encourage me to do the same.
Hugs, Syl***

QUOTE (Eisa @ Feb 24 15, 20:39 )

She will Return with her Flaming Torch

Swamped by a cumbersome
duvet, I attempt to wrestle it off
excessively snoozing.

Shadows dance by the window
like demons taunting my panic
of being snared in twilight ... forever.

Struggling to rise, I scrutinise
the sky for willow warblers returning
from palms in toasted lands,

but it's premature, for their circadian
stirring. I drag drapes back further.
Naked arms wave frantically

pleading to be buttoned with buds,
succoured by mother orb.
I slump into hopeless pillows, waiting

for Persephone's return.

Hi Syl, It's so good to see you here. Thanks for you comments!

Hi there, Eisa;
yours is a fine write that touches on the depression brought on by a long winter, which is something I can't complain about in this valley of perpetual warmth and sunshine. The condition you lament is called "Seasonal Affective Disorder." Such depression and despair at our endless, hot summers actually hit us in May and last into October; of course, we have no snow to shovel, lol, but the A/C sings its dirge for many months, and therefore I can relate to "SAD." No wrapping up in comforters! No ma'm, when the A/C unit fails, one strips down to the undies.
Actually, your poem is pretty much straight forward and well composed. Since the goddess Persephone is thought of as the torch-bearing harbinger or spring, your poem's title makes sense. Good to see your poem; no nits. Thanks for posting,
Jerry

Hi Jerry,

It's good to hear from you. I'm glad you can appreciate this subject. I don't think I'd like it too hot either, but it's lack of daylight hours that really gets to me. Good news!! - spring is here and I feel a bit better already.
I've made a few changes to St1&2.

Thanks
Snow

Dear Eira,

Even when time passes by, the soothing tone of your words still reach me...

I enjoyed the revision...

The sadness, the disheartened inner struggle to thwart it off holds on through..

I love the use of Greek mythology...

To me, it lends a certain lightness to the SAD you had mentioned.

Enjoyed the read my dear.

Dani

Dani - it is so good to 'see' you back again to comment on my work. It makes me yearn for the 'good old days'. I hope you will post a poem of your own soon. I can't wait to read your poetry again.

Hugs
Snow

Hi again, Eisa:

Thanks for some explanations I'd asked for! I knew about your troubles with SAD, but wasn't too sure whether to ask..

The changes you've made are great. No nits at all.

I do hope that your seasonal disorder has slipped away now that you're in Spring. It must have, because you wrote a new poem! I'm so glad.

I'm into Autumn in the S.H. We've had a drought all summer, the worst in decades, but a few nights ago the rains came down heavily all night, along with strong winds. This is a relief because we've had serious forest fires in Argentine Patagonia. Lost ancient native trees, some that are unique to our country. Very large areas have been blackened out, devastated for many years to come. Some reckon 100 years!

Still, the rainy season is upon us now, but we're back to bright, sunny days, not good.
I think I've got summer seasonal disorder...LOL...

Congrats on writing this lovely new poem,
Hugs,
Syl***

Dear snow,

I hope we will get back to learning. To experiencing more talent of others.


Hugs
Dani

I say 'yes' to that Dani

Hugs Snow

Wow, great images and emotions that went into this piece. I like the flaming torch image and the buttoned up bud. Scary, it expresses to me, anyway, the powerful environment with all its problems. You've expressed this so articulately. Thanks, great read!