Ceres (Poetry)
06th November 2011
The Roman goddess of agriculture, Greek counterpart: Demeter
She stands amidst the corn,
evening’s red dress flaring wide
and setting fields alight,
every craning ear attuned
and moved to swaying,
her image burnt into the mind,
each cell inspired
as her yellow army crowds,
its spirit glowing.
A goddess walks the hills,
the harvest bows before her,
knows the touch of flame
and festive colour,
feels the warm-tongued breeze
that fans the sunset
until the embered sky
bleeds like a fresh convert.
She stands amidst the corn,
evening’s red dress flaring wide
and setting fields alight,
every craning ear attuned
and moved to swaying,
her image burnt into the mind,
each cell inspired
as her yellow army crowds,
its spirit glowing.
A goddess walks the hills,
the harvest bows before her,
knows the touch of flame
and festive colour,
feels the warm-tongued breeze
that fans the sunset
until the embered sky
bleeds like a fresh convert.