Demeter by Linda Crate

i swan dive into
i am flowers
and coldness
so much
and i find pomegranates an
insult to my name;
of love once alive
now broken,
and i don’t know how i’ll
without her but somehow i can—
but through it all my
grief is higher than
and i wish i could be angry
but i can’t;
i am agony and sadness in
equal measures
a teaspoon of sunlight could not tip
my lips into a smile
not until i see her again—
spring seems so far away and i wait
watching restlessly
as mothers do.


“Demeter’s Earring” image by Flickr user Evan Leeson


nosmileLinda M. Crate is a Pennsylvania native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. Recently her two chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013) and Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014) were published. Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015.