Flowers of the Underworld

Dearest Narcissus
I have loved you since the
Childhood blisses
Of being a witness
To you as the mistress
Of the early springtime yard

"Daffodil" as many call you
Sounds of a lisping duck and savory herbs

It never quite fit
How I felt about you

Displaced in a space
Beyond semantics
For years

Until the day
When I learned
Your True Name

Narcissus, Flower of the Underworld

Which tempted fair Persephone
And promised her to Hades in turn
For Eternity

I look at my own life and see the parallels
More than prose can unveil
Yet enough for poetry to imply

What does it mean to be the Queen of the Underworld?

To hold the 15th Key by birthright and synchronicity?

Even I seek courage in the dark

But I look at your face of sunshine yellow and think:

The Underworld must have its own
beauty and light
to produce such a delight
full flower

Worthy of a Queen

And granted the grace
To spend a little time on Earth
Before returning to the Chthonic realm

Oh, Narcissus!

I accept you for who and what you are
Knowing
That for me
You do the same

2 March 2023