Demeter: A Poem For The Equinox.

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Mary Oliver.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver.

Demeter.

Where I lived – winter and hard earth. I sat in my cold stone room
choosing tough words, granite, flint,

to break the ice. My broken heart – I tried that, but it skimmed,
flat, over the frozen lake.

She came from a long, long way,
but I saw her at last, walking,
my daughter, my girl, across the fields,

In bare feet, bringing all spring’s flowers
to her mother’s house. I swear
the air softened and warmed as she moved,

the blue sky smiling, none too soon,
with the small shy mouth of a new moon.’

 By Carol Ann Duffy.

Art Work by Jeanie Tomanek.
Art Work by Jeanie Tomanek.

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