Six Little Seeds

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars. Sometimes, when she was trying to forget all she had left behind, the memory would bubble up unbidden: a night sky that once stretched above her for as far as she could see, the flicker of stars twinkling hope.

She sees herself there now, a small figure standing between the ocean and the forest, gazing upwards at the emerging stars. Here is the palace of the gods over which the mountains rise in graceful beneficence. Here are the lush fields and flourishing forests, providing both home and sustenance for all the creatures who walk the land. Here also is the constant push and pull of the sea in all of its blue serenity. There is such peace in these memories of home.

In this place – no, in the memories of this place – lie everything which means happiness to her. In the calls of birds and the echoes of their music; in the tang of both salt air and pine trees as well as in the taste of cinnamon and pomegranate and honey.

From outside the palace by the sea she hears her mother’s voice calling her name. Deep night falls inside the castle as she snuggles close beside her mother, drifting into sleep. She will remember this later when trying to keep herself alive: falling asleep one last time in her mother’s warmth beneath the open window, in the light of the stars.

She wakens early to accept her fate on a day misty with spring. There is a hint of lilac in the salt air. Her mother sleeps late and so she eats alone at the little table in the kitchen under the watchful eye of the cook.

I’m going to the cove to play with the naiads,” she tells the older woman who sputters a protest ending in a chuckle.

Down the hillside she runs, past the koi pond and the garden which bursts with tiny new green shoots and onto the sandy shore of the cove where her friends wait, splashing in the salty spray sent up by little waves.

By midday the sky has opened a little; a thin sun shines; clouds skim. She decides to return to the palace for the midday meal and promises the naiads to return soon after.

When she climbs the hill she sees a glimmer of white on the edge of the forest and wanders closer in hopes of finding narcissus to gift her mother.

As she approaches the patch of flowers something rumbles from deep in the earth, a sickening sort of grinding and then everything lurches wildly, whips back, lurches more wildly still. The trees start flinging themselves to the ground and she turns to flee, to dive free onto open ground and clutch it, as if riding the back of a whale. Time elongates. Three minutes become a lifetime.

When the jolting ends a rift has swallowed a widening V of ground which disappears into a dark cavernous hole. And from the depths of that dark hole spring forth two black horses pulling a midnight chariot carrying a dark rider from the underworld.

He sits opposite her now, these many months later.

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes,” she thinks as he presents her with a bowl of fruit. Her favorite, a pomegranate, rests on top.

Be sure to eat the seeds,” he urges. “They are eternally special.”

The above is my retelling of the beginning of the Persephone myth, written for the Speakeasy Prompt at Yeah Write.  Unfortunately I missed that deadline while searching for the perfect image to accompany the story.  When Christine suggested I post this in the Moonshine grid I jumped at the chance. Be sure to visit Yeah Write Speakeasy to read all the great stories which followed the same prompts that inspired this story.

For those not familiar with the myth here is a thumb nail version:

Persephone was the daughter of Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest. One day while she was playing, Hades, Lord of the Underworld, saw her and fell in love with her. He took her away to his underworld kingdom and although Demeter searched and searched she could not find her lost child.

Broken-hearted, Demeter wandered the earth, until the all-seeing Sun revealed what had happened. Demeter was so angry that she withdrew herself in loneliness, and the earth ceased to be fertile.

Zeus realized this could not continue and sent a messenger down to Hades to make him release Persephone. Hades grudgingly agreed, but gave Persephone a pomegranate. When she later ate of it, it bound her to the underworld for one month of the year for each seed which she ate. The other months she was allowed to stay with her mother.

While Persephone was in Hades, Demeter refused to let anything grow and winter began. Each year when Persephone emerged from the underground, life would return to the world.


18 thoughts on “Six Little Seeds

  1. Gobsmackingly fantastic story. it wasn’t until the last paragraph that I realised what this was all about. i was enmeshed in the unfolding story and visualising all sorts of calamities.
    I am in absolute awe of your writing/storytelling ability.
    I hope one day there will be a book with your name on it, because there certainly should be.

  2. Wonderful retelling of Persephone’s story! From the hints at the beginning, to the earth ripping open. I’m sorry you missed the speakeasy deadline, but I’m really glad you posted the link anyway. This is great. 🙂

    1. Thank you so much, Suzanne. I guess I’ve learned a lesson about beginning to search for an appropiate image at around 11:45 p.m. on the night of the deadline……lol. I really appreciate that you read and liked my story!

  3. Fantastic job retelling the story of Persephone. I love this myth. You captured the lushness of the earth so well, and I liked how you described the earth cracking open with the arrival of Hades.

  4. Hi Marcy, thank you. I’m glad you “got” the lushness of the earth – I was going for that! Hope to contrast it in a later part of the tale with what happens when Demeter can’t find her 🙂

  5. Such rich language here, SE. My favorite sentence: “The trees start flinging themselves to the ground and she turns to flee, to dive free onto open ground and clutch it, as if riding the back of a whale.” I love how it changed the distance of land between her and the palace into a vast ocean.

  6. Very rich imagery here — so thick and lovely! And I’ve always loved the Persephone myth and how it explains the seasons (as you give the backstory above, when Demeter has Persephone with her, the earth is bountiful; when Persephone is with Hades/Pluto, the earth lies fallow).

    1. Hello Leigh, nice to “see” you again 🙂 I’m so glad you found my story and took the time to read it. Did the present tense storytelling work for you? Or did it seem forced/awkward/fake?

      1. For myself, I like the immediacy of the present tense, and the opening is very strong. It’s really tough to manage time shifts sometimes, for writer and reader, but I didn’t have a problem (I think I understood it, anyway) understanding Persephone was recalling times-gone-by with her mother, but then I knew the sad backstory of why she was parted from her mother. It seems perfectly understandable and genuine to me that a person who was held captive, even if she learned to love Hades, would still be wistful and yearn for the old times. Now I’ve got to read your next story, too; I might have to catch that tonight so I can give it good concentrate (with no kid sounds and mommying going on).

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