Kore
Eternal summer and soul-searching for more,
The child of a goddess already chosen
The fields of flowers waving in the wind with
Buds of boredom between the cool colors,
Pale lilies that display their petals shyly
Her dress drags on grass and green
As she finds and picks the prettiest flowers,
Sighs, wonders what might be missing
She sees the sun is searing dry the flowers,
Girlfriends frolicking seem frivolous
Nothing in sight but acres in summer
And young voices young virtue in bloom
But now - the darkening earth
A tectonic shift, a teeming and tearing of stone
Then freedom revealing fire - the flowering Trees
shed petals, but the pretty she
Was suddenly surrounded, in a sunrise of sorts
Afraid, alone, at agonizing crossroads
The very violence of fire and flame
An answer to the search, the start a something more
She goes down into god's rich realm
Leaving the summer lilies to the sun
Silence now, as flowers fall to silt
Alone in autumn, a woman begins to wail
Janine Peterson graduated from Georgetown University, having studied foregin service, economics, and psychology. She has worked as a web designer, a
consultant, and a behavioral science research assistant. Janine currently lives in Maryland.
