By: Judith Combs-Reyes
Persephone
Today I wrapped my bed
in black flowers
threaded my two ruby rings with twine
hung them over my head
Now I sleep under twin red stars
surrounded by greenery, darkly
the rushing river of tears
my black dogs and gay colors
Testimony of Prometheus
They were doomed
by your hand
Our weakling children
fragile as newborns,
cold, hungry, helpless
before the wilds.
Now they feed
on burnt flesh
build mighty houses
in Your Name.
By night they
came to me
beset by enemies
begging for strength
and so I
gave them Fire.
Judith Combs-Reyes is a student and poet from West Texas currently living in Southeast Portland. Her work is informed by her experience in the open mic scene.
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