modern lips

Imagine a modern Persephone, her lips the color of pomegranate wine, hair black as obsidian, and her skin the color of fertile earth. Her dress moves with the colors of spring, shifting from the deep greens of meadows to the flowers in bloom. The crown atop her head is made from the stones and gems of her husband’s - her - kingdom.

Imagine a modern Persephone who walks through graveyards with Hecate. They hold the hands of grieving loved ones. She whispers words of comfort as she escorts a small child down to the underworld.

Imagine a modern Persephone who stands at the forefront of the environmental movement. Her Godhood is tied to the earth and below, and she will do whatever is necessary to see that it survives.

Imagine a modern Persephone who is as ruthless as she is beautiful. She was never the damsel the stories paint her out to be. She is forever the Dread Queen, the Maiden on the Throne of Iron.

She found a god she loved and went with him willingly. As the goddess of Spring, she knew what the pomegranate would mean. She chose to leave her mother, and in doing so, became Queen of the Underworld.

Imagine a modern Persephone who teaches young girls they can be rebellious. She whispers in the ear of every girl, “Follow your heart and to it stay true, and you shall never know fear.

Artemis has her huntresses, and Aphrodite has her doves. Persephone refers to her daughters as the destroyers, for like their patron, they carve their own way.