Harvest maiden

Georgia Watson

Harvest maiden:

 

Seeds of the fruit harvest split open, anthesis germinates at the move of Demeter’s hand.

The harvest maiden in the month of new life, new light.

 

The cry of a distraught mother,

Demeter still can’t find her daughter.

 

Rational minds forge paths of greatness, mould a world of story in their hands.

 

Etch your own history,

 

Carve out your own name,

 

But don’t think a world set on fire,

 

Will ever be a world set the same.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A good metaphorical read and Demeter needs to know that her daughter resides below. Those pomegranate seeds pack a punch

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Georgia, this is mythic and evocative…the cry of Demeter woven into the call to carve one’s own history. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛ Wonderful!



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