Rachel Alexander's Blog, page 399
May 25, 2016
rowyn-25:
the-telesterion:
- The Kiss - by ooneithoo
Yes!!...
Yes!! First off I love the painting the Kiss because it always reminded me of Hades and Persephone so this is absolutely perfect!!
May 24, 2016
camelotsqween:
ANCIENT HISTORY MEME - 1/10 Events in the...
ANCIENT HISTORY MEME - 1/10 Events in the Ancient World
“Ashes were already falling, not as yet very thickly. I looked round: a dense black cloud was coming up behind us, spreading over the earth like a flood.’Let us leave the road while we can still see,’I said,’or we shall be knocked down and trampled underfoot in the dark by the crowd behind.’We had scarcely sat down to rest when darkness fell, not the dark of a moonless or cloudy night, but as if the lamp had been put out in a closed room.”
~ Pliny the Younger, eye-witness account of the Destruction of Pompeii addressed in a letter to Tacitus.
clairelizabethfraser:
Aidon just watched her, his heart racing....
Aidon just watched her, his heart racing. This was not the screaming girl he’d dragged into his chariot from the field of Nysa. His wife was a darkly magnificent creature, stepping through the ring of fire she created with him at her side. Persephone ― his Queen.
Receiver of Many by Rachel Alexander
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May 20, 2016
I'm so pumped to read your works. I can't wait till I turn 18 :) Keep up the amazing work!
Me too! And thank you for respecting my outlook on the whole “minors really shouldn’t be reading my books thing :D
May 19, 2016
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CHARACTERS, NO! hell
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May 18, 2016
"The sun rises onto desolate snow when Persephone and Demeter embrace.
One head is buried in..."
The sun rises onto desolate snow when Persephone and Demeter embrace.
One head is buried in another’s robes,
Taking in the different smells and reconnecting once more,
Feeling the growth of spring as it breaks across everything.
Persephone smiles into sun-perfumed and barley coated linens,
Soft as the blankets she was swaddled in as an infant.
She hugs her mother,
Notes the eternal grace and beauty of her skin and divinely given hair.
Nothing has changed, her arms are as tight and welcoming as they ever were.
Demeter’s countenance is softened and hardened almost simultaneously,
As she becomes aware of the contradictory scents of her daughter.
Among the fragrance of asphodel, there rests a smooth kiss of death,
As light yet demanding as a shadow in a cemetery.
Hand in hand, they walk across the graves of flowers,
Scattering light and nourishing fertility across the Earth.
It springs back into its vibrant plethora of colors,
And Persephone is once again dressed in the familiar incense of ripe blooms,
Forever connected to them,
And the darkness of her throne.
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“Hymn to Persephone and Demeter”
Made for @nightshadeandroses
