April Spring Poem Writing Competition Second Place!

In Chthonic grave lies the ever-wilted bloom
Smothered by Aquilo, the harsh Arctic Wind
whose breath does make the great fertile forest skinned
And Terra does he, without mercy, entomb.
Prosperina, too is imprisoned alone
Trapped by Pluton, callous, coldhearted husband.
Queen, crowned with iridescent flower garland
locked in birdcage; masked as a hideous crone.
Yet when Sol shines upon the antique land,
lush young seed replaces the old withered wheat.
When sweet rains fall by heaven’s command,
And when farmers reap their sweet ruby beets;
And As Prosperina leaves her cage so grand,
The whole wide world is merry once again.