Persephone Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Persephone

By Matsqui, I stand
And stare at Willband.

The mountains in distance
Wear a veil of white band,
Buried are their bodies
Proud, raised, are their peaks.

Like a ring round finger
Hugs them tight, fog, circled.

Deep in time, I wander
See tepees and flames.

Call drums from far:
"Come to heart of fire."

Stories are told, heard
By elders and younger.

I see my ancestors
That Greeks call Perses.

Stories are told, heard
By elders and younger.

Jamshid and Kiomarth
Fereidoon, Zorotoasht.

Next to them are Zeus,
Demeter, and Hades.

Persephone, spring, flowers,
Queen eats pomegranate.

Feel as if am there,
Am a well with water
Bubbling in channels
To head for freedom
With its salt and sugar,
I read more, writing less.