“My Persephone” by Christopher Boniecki* 1st Place

Poems by Christopher Boniecki*

My Persephone - 1st Place - Poetry

I live life based on you my Persephone but when the winter months come it gets hard to breathe the proof of my devotion carved into my feet by their revealed veins

Hades has you and therefore me as well A Horn of Plenty lays barren, an empty shell

Cadavers form from the echoes of your mother's wails Her laments rampage through my crops The Poplars no longer sway in gentle breeze But are undignified as the blizzard wind causes them to plead and flail

The epic heroes of poem take shelter instead of creating new sagas of venerable virtue When Spring lets its time fade into a beautiful spectrum of crimson oranges The forests of an untamable flame bid a pliant farewell I can’t take such a distinguished exit