TITLE: Persephone
AUTHOR: Mara Trinity Scully
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: Lyrical free verse poetry concerning Ginny as Persephone
SUMMARY: Ginny picks the narcissus and falls to the Underworld
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi Harry Potter ladies and gents. I may be a Matrix girl (www.constructfic.org) but I just love
this fandom, love you peoples. I've
been on Ginny kick lately in this world and on a huge Persephone kick in my
Matrix world—and decided to do a Persephone extravaganza. Here's
the HP Persephone retelling:
"…Ginny poured out her soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted....
I grew stronger and stronger on a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. I grew
powerful, far more powerful than little MissWeasley. Powerful enough to start feeding
Miss Weasley a few of my secrets, to start pouring a little of my soul back into her..."
~Tom Riddle in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
No flowers to pick, mother far away. Freedom from childhood, approaching youth.
Adventures peek around the corner, staring at her, pleased with her effervescent
exuberance. She will be a great heroine, a powerfully quiet figure in a changing world.
If she can survive. A narcissus in her auburn hair, she opens her most treasured
possession and licks the top of her ink quill.
Diary, poison, diary, poison.
Hello Tom.
Hello Virginia.
Fitting name for the young, trusting girl. So easily taken. Easily seduced by someone
so very willing to listen to her. He calls to her at night, calls to her during the day.
Demands that she carries the diary close to her heart. Sometimes, she presses the
pages to her breast and cries. He calls her sweetheart, lover, dearest…Virginia.
Seduction by words. He distracts her from the ever-growing truth that she is sinking
deeper into the earth, her fingers stained with blood.
Diary, poison, diary, poison.
The flower in your hair looks lovely.
Thank you. I picked it specially…
Late night writings, identity lost in the pages, lost in the ink. He pulls her letter by
letter out of herself, into him. Away from Harry, from Ron, from mummy and
daddy. She never notices. His canker spirit grows stronger, her innocent spirit
weakens. She will fall from the light and into darkness. Soon. A sacrifice for
new life. Death will overtake her like sleep.
Diary, poison, diary, poison.
For me? Not for Harry?
Of course, Tom. For you.
Who can save her now? She is not destined to remain in the Underworld forever,
nor to be the one that brings evil to life. She is only to be successfully seduced,
brought closer to death than imaginably possible. To show her the truth about
silly little girls. Only by weakening, only by falling the depths she fell, can she
honestly achieve her life, her love, her self.