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Olympian Triptych: Iron QueenPersephone cannot, even now, deny a certain sense of surprise experiencedOlympian Triptych: Iron Queen by redhanded-jill
Upon being kidnapped.
She did not struggle
And she is not sure she regrets it.
But she wonders if Mother knows where to find her.
If she worries.
For the hour is late and she has not returned.
No one will speak my name, Mama. Have they forgotten?
She might have kept Orpheus to herself to sing her
The songs of her childhood,
But she harbors, still, some small pity for captives.
Olympian Triptych: ThiefHades did not have so very much to give her.Olympian Triptych: Thief by redhanded-jill
An iron throne, a silent hall, a pomegranate.
He took her because no one would take him.
He wanted a queen,
Though perhaps he was not overmuch concerned with her happiness.
Her mother cries for the release of her daughter
And the fruit of her anger inundates his gates with fresh souls every hour.
Olympus begs for her return.
But now that he has her, he is quite unwilling to give her up.
Mother said Im not to take gifts from strangers.
Echidna was the mother of monsters.
Demeter, he believes, is the mother of spite
Olympian Triptych: AbductionDemeter tied a red cloak around her daughters shouldersOlympian Triptych: Abduction by redhanded-jill
And watched her go;
Young hips swaying,
Sweet pink lips parted joyously.
If, perhaps, Demeter had known
She would never have consented.
There are flowers to be picked, Mama.
The wrath of a mother bereft is more fearsome than Cerberus.
And though it is an old grudge now,
It is still potent.