Persephone’s dusk

Why can’t we
sleep with the Gods?
be with them
turn their thoughts to foam
touch and revere
their lapis lazuli skin
until myths flicker in the cave

and the earth booms at their voices
The rain from Olympus
is the fog in the valley.

Life is not all lovely thorns and screaming butterflies.

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Gervasio Gallardo.

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30 thoughts on “Persephone’s dusk

    1. Iulia Halatz Post author

      Thank you! 🙂
      My pleasure. I am happy you liked it. I wanted to use “singing butterflies” but I felt pressured to use another image because…I don’t like butterflies. In my imagination they can only scream.

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  2. mitchteemley

    “Life is not all lovely thorns and screaming butterflies.” Wonderful line. And true enough, though sometimes it seems like it is. But all is not duplicity, is it? There’s something pure at the world’s heart.

    1. Iulia Halatz Post author

      Thank you very much for the lovely compliment! True enough and in compliance with a somewhat personal representation of things. The world is always purer and simpler than we think 🙂

  3. Jason Youngman

    I agree with you Iulia, the world is always purer and simpler than we think it is. There seems to be a gravity to pick up large stones that serve no purpose but to ground us all the more. With a heavy heart it becomes difficult to know the intent of others in our interactions with them. We may colour them in with our own biases and fears, hopes and expectations. Yet no matter what we may add to them or take away, in each person there is a child at play, a freedom made possible through a pure and simple essence; what does your heart say?
    May these words water your yearning for poetic expression and keep your maturation process open and flexible…
    Love & light,
    PS: And may you also have a wonderful new year!

    1. Iulia Halatz Post author

      Thank you very much, Jason! You have one very beautiful mythological name and one predestined name 🙂 They got me thinking as did your words.
      If I had a coin for the days seen with a heavy heart I would be very rich… Nevertheless, I am poor because my inner child at play always changes the perspective.
      Thank you for your lovely words and encouragement and have a very beautiful new year!

      1. Jason Youngman

        You are one of few to detect the coincidence Iulia. But how does one return the Golden Fleece in such times as these and can it really be done with the help of media [Medea]? Can a small group of Argonauts from every tribe and nation make a difference? Do say more about this heavy heart of yours and how is it that you are poor even though you have so much to give? You may write to me privately if you like; see my contact page.

        1. Iulia Halatz Post author

          I am of the opinion that whomever is building something with heart and courage is giving back part of the Golden Fleece. Maybe it is just (good) barter (?).
          Well, I love mythology. The first time I went on mount Olympus, I was prepared to see the Gods. Didn’t see anything, only my mind’s eyes were smiling and sketching stories on barren stones.
          Thank you very much, Jason (and the Argonauts) 🙂


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