Art after Frederick Leighton (via Wikimedia Commons)
Like Persephone, you hear
the rivers gurgling in the caves,
like bells that sing, “Come to us,
you know you want to.” Don’t you?
Well, perhaps the time’s not ripe
to fling aside your cloak of care
of children, husband, home and work,
to disappear beneath the earth.
Happy in the sun, you say.
Surely it’s light, not dark,
that would illuminate the moments
when, like a sudden thunderstorm,
you weep.
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