Deep beneath the warming loam,
sleepy synapses scintillate,
amber, resin streams resuscitate
hosts of blushing buds in wait
on barren limbs at heaven’s gate
while sad Demeter roams.
Persephone, please don’t be late
escape your gloomy catacomb,
reclaim your radiant, verdant state…
come home.
~kat – 4 February 2017
(A Quadrille is a 44 word rhyming poem.)





February 5th, 2017 at 3:19 pm
So lovely
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February 5th, 2017 at 3:40 pm
Thank you Willow. The artwork took longer than the poem. But I do love combining mediums. 😊
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February 5th, 2017 at 3:41 pm
I love it all!!
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February 6th, 2017 at 9:11 pm
Thanks! ❤
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February 5th, 2017 at 3:52 pm
Very nice!
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February 5th, 2017 at 4:02 pm
Thank you. 😊
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February 6th, 2017 at 12:27 pm
I’ve always loved the way Persephone rolls off the tongue. Beautiful poem and artwork.
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February 6th, 2017 at 1:45 pm
Thanks Kathryn. It is a lovely name. If I was still birthing, adopting and naming things I might have to tuck that name away. But I’m getting too old for that! haha..even fur kids! 🙂
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February 6th, 2017 at 2:33 pm
Glorious!
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February 6th, 2017 at 3:59 pm
Lovely
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February 6th, 2017 at 6:26 pm
Thank you Lynn. ❤
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