(for Demeter)

They call you underworld goddess
eater of pomegranates
red lips stained with curiosity

They call you the raped goddess
bride of dark Hades
crying in his shade for light

But I remember you
young and bouncing
pulling at my furled skirts

But I remember you
joyful with delight
from spring to fall harvest

They call you shadow goddess
queen of the dead
hungry with ashes and wine

But I remember you
Beyond pomagrantes
my love
my child
my daughter
under the sun in my arms