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📚KIDS BOOKS | GREEK GODS AND GODDESSES

On By Mahvash K. M.In BookReading, bookworm, childrensbooks, kidlit, Kidsbooks, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment

🍇 DEMETER 🌾

She is The goddess of maize and corn
Of wheat and all other crops
She is also the mother of nuts and fruits
Of almonds and apricots 

Demeter was a happy goddess who lived
With Her daughter Persophene
Until one day, while in the fields at play
They were visited by Hades

The god of the underworld saw lovely Kore
(That is Persohone’s nickname)
He picked her up from where she stood
And kidnapped her that day

Demeter was quite heartbroken
She had lost her favourite child
But she got some comfort by and by
When Kore chose to be Hades’s wife

Ever since then, the months Persophene spends
With Hades in the underworld 
Are filled with icy winter winds 
After the leaves and flowers fall

In the spring and summer months
When Persephone comes topside
Sunshine and colour circle the earth
Everything is lush and bright

Baskets of sweet, delicious fruit 
Grain, golden and ripe
That our earth gifts us each year
Do this goddess symbolize.
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VERSE | BUTTERFLIES

On By Mahvash K. M.In Joy, poetry, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
There have been extra days of rain 
Delaying the heat of the approaching summer 
In spontaneous, joyful
Shimmering showers 
It has streamed down or drizzled for hours 
There has been a surge of butterflies 
Yellow, brown, blue and white 
Flitting all over the place 
Happy for a few more days 
Of life and vitality 
I see them floating among the flowers 
Cavorting in spring-lavished bowers
Treading warm currents of air 
Over pavements where the cracks 
Are speckled with dancing weeds 
Over an emerald oasis of grass 
Loop-de-looping when they pass 
Another bloom 
That’s sprung up between the blades 
Glorious, serendipitous
Delirious on springtime bliss
They somersault back 
To bestow a nectary kiss
On soft, dewy petal lips
Beating gossamer wings
Evanescent, paper-thin
Revelling in bountiful life
The inevasible heat 
A distant ordeal 
For now in their bejewelled flights 
The spring-born butterflies
In pure rapture will remain 
Celebrating the extra days of rain.
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