Persephone

Enter: Spring.
Her fingers split Earth sending waves worldwide.
Light flows from the wound, supping on shadow.
Springing from a distant source, Summer. He whispers:
Persephone, Oh Persephone,
Creature I clasp, closed hands,
Come back to me.
She walks an ashen path, the tip-tops of buildings
Cause cliff-hangers, threaten to crash down.
Brown Newquay Brown threatens to slip fingers
Whose fingers, half cannibalised, brow jumping girl,
Falling from skyscrapers.
Suddenly sliding, distant light blinding
Until he is here. And he is all.
Sand beneath her, pours out of her very pores.
The hand warms back as she turns to shield her eyes.
Alone able to halt time, to blot stars with his aching brightness.
Sol.

Persephone, live in my plant pot.
We shall grow side by side
Until root becomes root,
Branches twine branches.
Plan, place bricks in space, bricks
That need no mortar.
Fix it up. Fix it over.
Abandon to our I wish
Until the house with four separate, spectacular views
Becomes a hot coin in my pocket.
At first it burns tips
But it slips, boil red circles on hands,
Up arms
And I drop it.
As soon as, I realise my mistake.
Coin defies gravity, balances
In a way my primary self could not.
I see the drain. Too late.
Taken from me
To take lucky lady by surprise.
But no goodbyes.
Orange falls on my damp cheeks,
Oxygen becomes ash for me.
Not for you.
You see choking but don't see on what.
You hear howling but you don't see the claws.
Persephone. Oh, Persephone.
You worried sick of others leaving,
But what of your wonderings?
What of your ability to split the Earth
With your fingertips,
And drift the sticks
Alone
In puddles
Of your own
Making.