#abduction for ts

PERSEPHONE

My body was never marred;
no dart of Eros
ever pierced my skin.
Where my heart was
a pomegranate is—
how could I be moved?

And yet, as he sang,
I watched pale faces
in our hall of ghosts
swaying like a meadow
and memory blossomed.
I saw again
my lost companions
wandering in sunlight
in the upper air.
I walked among them
green and careless,
not hearing the rhythm
of his chariot approaching,
not yet caught
in the sickle
of his arm’s curve.

At the field’s edge
I searched for lilies;
never saw the god
whom love had ravaged,
myself the flower
he’d come to gather.

Gregory Orr, Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)