Return to the Underworld

 

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Demeter:

Autumn is, by my own hand and bidding, the bleakest of seasons. It is then I make the world wither and die.  Would you expect less of me? My beloved daughter Persephone is taken from me once again. She must return to the abode of the dead, forever at the mercy of her husband Hades.  And I, the great grain goddess, go into a state of grief, near madness. I make no secret of this.  As I suffer, the world around me suffers as well.

Leaves drop from their branches, fruit rots on its vines.  Fields go barren, animals grow lean with starvation. The sun, once vibrant and gold, flickers intermittently, its warmth sporadic.  The days grow shorter, the nights eerie and long.  Dank cold sets in, gales of rough winds churning.  Soon all the rivers and ponds will freeze with black ice, fish trapped beneath.  All things must die. This is my only revenge, to cut sunlight from the world of the living.

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I blame Hades, of course.  It was he, the dark lord, who kidnapped my daughter, making her his child bride. Though he may be ruler of the Underworld, he is not fit for a wife such as she!

I still remember that day in the Sicilian fields. My daughter Persephone had been gathering grapes, sweet and purple as heather. How she loved to pluck them! It was her utmost joy. The innocence of childhood still bubbled within her. She knew nothing of the world. She was, as I recall, quite young.

Then suddenly, the land gaped open in a hideous crack.  I heard a blood curdling shriek as Sir Hades galloped up on his horse, a black stallion. In one fell sweep he scooped up my baby.

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Down, down, they rode, into the abyss of the earth, mud sputtering.  I chased them but Hades’ stallion outran me. Tar lurched as they entered the bowels of hell. I watched, powerless and bereft. The gap of land sealed, trapping them beneath. My beloved Persephone was gone, leaving only the sun dappled fields behind, her basket of grapes tipped over and spilled on the grass.  

I sunk to my knees and wept.

What Hades did to my child in the Underworld, I dare not imagine!  The gory details are too hideous for a mother to ponder.  I only know that somehow he bribed my girl with pomegranate seeds. Yes bribery!  Leave it to a rogue like Hades to concoct a shrewd scheme. Somehow he convinced Persephone to eat a full six seeds, thus binding her to the darkness.

Six seeds, ripe and perfect, all ingested by my child. And each of those seeds insured that she could never be fully released from the wretched prison of the Underworld. Yet there were also six seeds left uneaten. Thank the heavens for that.  Therefore we reached a compromise, Hades and I.  It was agreed that for six months out of the year my child would reside with the dark lord, but for the six remaining months she’d return home to me.   To be clear, it was NOT a generous compromise. I objected adamantly. However, my brother Zeus insisted it was the best that could be arranged.

And so, it is for this reason I wreak  winter’s havoc upon the earth, depriving all living things of food and sustenance. As I suffer, so all must suffer!

Today is the autumn equinox and Hades has come to claim her.   Thus we are parted, my daughter and I, until springtime.

I  curse this land.

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Persephone:

Gentle human, lend me your ear.  Has my mother Demeter been bending it with her tales of woe?  Has she told you of how, for six long months she will be separated from me, her baby daughter?  How today, at autumn’s equinox, I am banished to the Underworld where I must reside with my evil husband until my joyous return in the spring?   Oh, I can just hear her, voice whining like a sad violin!  Spare me of it!  The story she tells could not be further from the truth.

The day my lord Hades rescued me from the drab labor of the Sicilian fields was the happiest day of my life. Do you know what I did in those fields? My uncle Zeus forced me to pick grapes. Grapes! To be made into wine for his vast banquets. I toiled for hours in the blazing sun, my hands raw under the vines, my back burnt red-brown.  I was no better than a common slave.  Oh, how I wished that fruit would wither upon its vine!  And then, in further humiliation, I was made to crush the grapes with my own feet, slithering peels wrapped between my toes. When Hades finally rescued me I was nothing but a sad waif, smelling of concord and sugar, purple stains etched in my hands and heels.

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I still remember, clear as crystal, the day my dark lord came for me. Riding upon his black steed, he emerged like a knight from the red caverns of the earth. Never had I seen a man more stunning, more virile or more handsome!  I abandoned my work, craning my neck to get a closer look. My heart raced.  I was by then a woman, having reached my eighteenth name day, though my mother still thought me a child.   Hades said nothing to me, all communication smoldered within his eyes.  I understood.  When he extended his hand I knew my life would be changed in that instant.

My lord Hades was the kindest, gentlest of all the gods, and when he asked me to become his bride I did not hesitate for one moment. He offered me a pomegranate which I eagerly bit into, pink succulence twirling on my tongue.  Hades then cautioned me about eating the seeds. He advised I leave some behind on the table, so that I could still be permitted to return to earth if I chose.

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Return to earth? However could he think such a thing? I had no interest in earth! I wanted only to live in his world, far away from my prying mother and my tedious uncle. But alas, the dark lord insisted:

“Leave six seeds uneaten,” he said. “Do this not for yourself but as an act of kindness toward your mother.  She misses you tremendously and grieves each day you are gone.  Do it also as a generosity to humankind, for Demeter has made the earth barren in your absence.  If you agree to visit with her for even a part of the year she will replenish the grain and fruit.  Humankind and their animals will therefore never starve.”

His manner was so humble, his voice so true.  I could not refuse him. Nor could I be responsible for the starvation of humankind and their beloved animals!  And so I spat out six pomegranate seeds, lining them up neatly upon Hades’ table. He nodded solemnly.  “An agreement will be reached,” he assured me.

My dark lord and I were married that day on the shores of the River Styx, Charon and Cerberus presiding.  With no reservations I pledged myself to Hades, his eternal bride.

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Because of the agreement, every year at the vernal equinox I  must return to the land of the living. I visit Demeter for six months. During this time she makes the earth rich with wheat and barley, apples, grapes, even pomegranates, and all manner of fruits and vegetables. The sun beats down upon us and the rivers run cool.

By summer’s end the fields are tired, overwrought from their busy production. The land needs a rest, and I too need a rest from my mother’s over-protection and my uncle’s stern hand.

When the autumn equinox arrives it is the most glorious of all days!  The earth brandishes its jewels, landscape scattered with ruby leaves.  The sun lowers  to golden haze and the temperature grows cool. It is then the cavern of the Underworld opens and Hades greets me once again.

 

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I then return to my true home, where I rule in splendor for six months.

In the Underworld servants dote on me and Orpheus serenades with his lyre.  Charon brings his passengers, the newly dead, to the shores of our river. There I greet them with joy, welcoming them to our abode. I am respected and loved. Best of all, my uncle Zeus can never make me crush grapes again!

However, I am unhappy with this bothersome six month contract.  I vow to dismantle it!

And I will.

Sometime in the 21st century I  plan to present my case to the Council of Olympus. The weather upon planet earth will  then became chaotic. Winter will seem as summer and vice versa. Tornadoes and hurricanes will  wreak havoc upon the land. There will be tsunamis, earthquakes and blizzards, causing much destruction.

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I must warn you, gentle human, do not to be alarmed. There is no warming of your globe, nor have you brought this inclement weather upon yourselves.  It is only me and my lord Hades, attempting to bargain with Demeter.  Hot tempered, she shall take her vengeance out on the earth.

But fear not. When I renegotiate my contract all will be well.  The earth shall be restored, replenished and free of chaos. It is then my mother Demeter and my Uncle Zeus will finally release their hold upon me. It is then I’ll take my true and rightful place where I will live in bliss, year long, by my husband’s side.

As above, so below. The world shall be at peace and so shall I.

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35 comments on “Return to the Underworld

  1. Love this! I also enjoyed the view points. It is always nice to read your takes on souls in mythology and even classic literature. I’m always endlessly entertained.

    Have an amazing day! 🙂

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  2. Ryn says:

    This is divine prose! I love your weaving of both Demeter’s and Persephone’s POV. This particular Greek myth has always been my favorite, mainly because I felt that Persephone felt exactly as you have written! Kinda like Phantom of the Opera and other similar classic personnas: that soul attraction between the young maid and a dark lord/man.. Love the way you’ve portrayed how I’ve always viewed it! 😉

    Blessings XxX ❤

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    • Thanks Ryn! So glad you enjoyed it. This is the first myth I remember learning and I have always loved it, but felt that Hades got a ‘bad rap’. So I kind of wanted to liberate them as a couple…

      Thanks so much for reading and commenting 🙂

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  3. theword36 says:

    Wow. This is the best yet. Love me some innocent girl and wicked dark men plots of course!!! By far my favorite sorts. Tongue watering thinking of Hades. This is really so good!!! The imagery is sooooo vivid! I don’t know how you do it. I was sad that this one ended really because I was really enjoying it. Hooked! I wanted more description of Hades body I will admit however 🙂 😜 Now I almost want to try myself with this type but it’s hard for me with these plots …really idk how you do it!!you are so good with the world of horses and stuff, the way you describe the seeds etc. I would neve think of such details, very incredible. Thank you for this beautiful tale 🙂

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    • Oh! Thank you so much for those very kind words! I am glad you enjoyed it. Maybe I will call my writing ‘the world of seeds and horses’ lol. I aimed for Hades to be a tongue watering anti hero, hehe, glad you liked him. I always loved this myth of Persephone, but again — it just had not been told right!! 🙂

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  4. As above, so below, one of my favourite lines to quote and read. Good job of multiple viewpoints.

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  5. Vicky V says:

    One of my favourite myths! It is such a powerful story and one that Jungian theorists adore analysing. The big question has always been if Persephone choose to eat the pomegranate seeds or was she tricked. Those of us who love a dark hero know she most definitely chose!!
    Loved your retelling and I think adding climate change into the battle was inspired 🙂

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    • Thanks! I am really happy to find out so many others share my love for this myth.

      Although I am an open minded person I don’t believe the hype about climate change — so I just could not resist that little twist. (Even Shakespeare wrote of actual climate change in Midsummer Night’s Dream and attributed it to the fairy Titania.) Glad you enjoyed this! 🙂

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  6. Olive Ole says:

    I love your myths! Always interesting to read!

    I have nominated you for the # quotes 3 days- challenge. There is absolutely no obligation here, but if you are interested in the challenge, here is the link https://travelmuch.net/2016/09/26/cabin-fever/
    Wishing you a fab week!

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  7. Two sides to every story! A wonderful version of a classic!

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  8. TeacherofYA says:

    Is this all you? I love it!
    I’ve always loved the Persephone myth. I love the art (who painted the beautiful grape girl? She’s a treasure!)
    I also love the idea that the seasons will work out…as I have always believed they would. It is very egotistical of us humans to believe we hold that much power and reign over the earthly domain.
    Beautiful!!

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    • Thank you! Yes, the writing is all me. I consider your comments a great compliment, as I read and respect your book reviews and I know you are discerning 🙂

      ‘The Grape Picker’ is an oil on canvas painted in 1875 by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. I thought it was beautiful, and kind of captured a
      young, put-upon Persephone 🙂

      Glad you share my optimistic views on global warming!

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  9. poeturja says:

    Oh, thank goodness. Now we have a new (and improved) reason for “climate change”! Love it! Love all your stories, Christine!

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  10. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    A amazing story told. Please read and enjoy the work of the amazing writer.

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  11. johncoyote says:

    This tale is amazing. Myth and tale is my favorites.

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  12. Christa chn says:

    That was wonderful, I think that is the most beautiful descriptive story around the myth Persephone and Hades that i have read so far.

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