queen of the dark

i
am the queen
of darkness….


persephone’s thought
that first night in hades?

it must have been strange,
those first seasons….


i live forever
between the worlds….


married to the dark
honored and revered
as powerful and queenly
in the kingdom of the dead –

then months later
becoming the
daughter of earth again….


here
nor there
is my permanent home….


at her mother’s fertile side….
rolling in the sun,

unbelievably heavenly
perfumes
clamoring….


hermes
my trusted soulmate….
reunites me with those
i love


was midnight her favorite time
as it has become mine?

always en pointe
poised
between yesterday
and today?


oh
this mercurial spirit
this clever trickster
this herald of change

knows all of me


did she long
for his presence?

was he the one she told
of all her adventures,
above and below?


my light
and my shadow


of all the gods
they knew both worlds

saw loss and becoming,
the enlivened
the entombed….

each married to the cycle….


how i jump for joy
upon glimpsing his
wingéd feet…!


we ride this planet
as it whirls through space
spinning day to night
to day again….

certainly uncertain
season to season –


pain of parting
joy of love


our tenderly searching hearts
broken open
and closed
time and
again….


oh dear ones!
though you live in the between,
you are in divine territory!


perhaps
in our striving
we forget the unforgettable –

life contains all opposites
marries dark to light
dances and grieves


the only constant
is loss
and return….


we are the stone
and the light within the stone….
breaking and reforming
on the way to
ourselves….

___________________
© 2011
beth anne boardman