Demeter At Dusk

At dusk Demeter becomes afraid for baby Persephone lost in that hell which she herself created with her love. Excess of love- the woman's curse, the curse of loving that which causes pain, the curse of bringing forth in pain, the curse of bearing, bearing always pain. Demeter pauses, listening for her child- this fertile goddess with her golden hair, bringing forth wheat and fruit and wildflowers knee-high. This apple-breasted goddess whose sad eyes will bless the frozen world, bring spring again- all because she once walked through the night and loved a man, half-demon, angel tongued, who gave her everything she needed to be wise: a daughter, hell's black night, then endless spring.