They dressed Persephone in black lace. It went from neck to floor but left her skin mostly uncovered — Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting. A Myth of Devotion by Louise Glück [Continues from: Persephone Bathes…