maiden of flowers

you split the earth
apart, just to capture my
heart. persephone, maiden
of flowers, maiden of dewy
thighs, and rounded breasts,
you were rich of land but poor
of company, duty-bound
but smitten. sprouting
from the earth, they call me
damsel instead of bringer
of life, harbinger of men.
reluctant instead of queen,
but i remind them of my
strength, every spring…