Demeter’s Tears

Soft as feathers they fall
On unrepentant soil
Although her outraged heart beats
Like an iron fist on the bars of a convex cage

Adam’s Rib, they call her
As if she didn’t have a voice
But then again, no-one seems to make the choice
To hear

Mother / child
One divided sphere kept separate
By a thin-skinned fraction of belief
Possession is nine-tenths, they say
But in this case, seven will suffice

Balance, balance
The scales of justice shift slowly
Like an old dragon restless in a diamond nest
The pointed truth does not allow a thief to rest
In peace

Silence, in the end, speaks louder than words
She lets her mantle slip in grief
Allowing void to fill the space
Allowing space to drain into the void

Shining sadly on her younger face
She leaves her busywork behind
And the absence of their once-abundance
Makes the fiercest cry and heed

Hope
Rising up on wings like flames
Whispers spring will come
Again