Persephone's Reprieve

 

The pomegranate split open

Jeweled on the inside

The sunlight stopped being wishy-washy

Around the whitewashed room

And turned into liquid love

Pouring itself into me

Buds arranged themselves in whorls on

Dark bark stark against the winter sky

To celebrate

The play of shadow and light

On a weakly warm January morning

Bleakly lit up an imaginary archway

On the solid wall

I suddenly knew

Why the caged bird sings

I sang too

To my utter disbelief

To celebrate

Songs forgotten over a lifetime

Came back to me to and made perfect sense.

My feet could almost feel the sweet

Tickle of grass unabashedly growing

Under my feet!

Memories of fireflies in June

Put on a show

In the theater of my mind

To celebrate

                                                                                                                          ~  Sonali