Persephone Goddess of Spring

Persephone Goddess of Spring-
Persephone, was a Greek Goddess known in her time as Kore, as a child which meant 'young maiden'.

Persephone

She was the child only of the union of the Demeter Goddess of the bountiful harvest & Zeus the Mighty King of the Olympians.
The Greek goddess Persephone was born when the Demeter Goddess was Zeus's consort, long before his marriage to the Great Goddess Hera.
By all accounts the goddess Persephone had an idyllic childhood, raised by her nurturing mother the goddess Demeter of bountiful harvest and playing with her father's (Zeus) daughters the Greek goddesses Athena and Aphrodite.
She was always a cheerful and non-compliant child. Persephone was a parents dream-
According to the Greek Mythology.
But Persephone life was going to soon change very suddenly and harshly.
As signs of an womanly beauty began to shine through the youthful looks of Persephone, her

 Persephone

childlike
innocence, adolescent was slowly slipping away.
And the Goddess Persephone unwittingly attracted the attention of the Greek God Hades,

Persephone

of Zeus Brother and Ruler of the Underworld.
One could hardly blame Hades, because the Underworld in Greek Mythology was the realm of the sleeping and the Dead.
It probably needed some "Brightening Up."
Hades option was that of the young goddess Persephone who's radiance would assuredly liven up his deathly, dank and dreary home in Hades option.

Picking Flowers 

The God Hades, however did not bother to woo the young Persephone Goddess in the traditional way of Greek Courting into marriage. He decided to just go to the source and by asking for and receiving her fathers approval for Persephone hand in Marriage.
Then Hades simply abducted the beautiful Persephone on one bright sunny day when she had stopped to
pick a basket of narcissus from a field of wildflowers very near her home.

Hades snatching Persephone from Earth

While picking the narcissus flowers in the area of the field the earth suddenly opened wide and Hades suddenly reached out his hand and snatched the beautiful Goddess Persephone away from the meadow and her her home that was only a few yards away. Her screams were heard miles away even from her own home. He took her down into his underworld Kingdom, closing the earth and making her his Queen of the Underworld.
Although the young Goddess Persephone grew to love Hades, she remained loney for her mother and her life on earth.
Now her mother, the Goddess Demeter of the bountiful harvest of the earth, had heard

Persephone's loud screams in the meadow that day when Hades had grabbed her daughter near their home. From that day she began an intensive search for her only daughter, and  was consumed with grief ans sorrow.
The Goddess Demeter then demonstrated her outrage to Zeus by with holding her blessing as the Goddess of bountiful harvest of the earth, until Persephone was returned to her.
So until the time Persephone was returned to her, the Goddess Demeter would created first great floods, droughts and then the earth would lay barren of any food. Mankind was facing a major famine.
So Zeus finally relented to his ex demands, and sent the God Hermes to bring the young Goddess
Persephone back to her mother the Goddess Demeter so that the earth would be full of bountiful harvest once again.
But as the Legend and Myth of Persephone there are many different versions of this tale.
This is just one of many. I found that In most of the lend of the Goddess of Persephone it is of these
version. But as you the reader you can of course choose your own thoughts on which way this beautiful goddess would decide in those Greek times.
Back to the legend of Persephone....

So Once in the Kingdom of Hades and being Queen for a time, Persephone had grown rather fond of the God Hades and rather enjoyed her role as Queen even if it was the Queen of the Underworld. Yet there was a part of her that did miss her mother horribly.
So While preparing to returned to earth with Hermes Persephone accepted a Pomegranate offered by Hades.
Persephone knew full well that anyone who eats while in the Underworld would not be allowed to return, even an Goddess.
She decided to go ahead and ate seven of the seeds her choice. This of course would prevent her from ever being fully restored with her mother the Goddess the Demeter, But did open up the possibility of a
compromise...

So Hermes was able to negotiate an agreement on her behalf  between

Hades and another God, 
who is usually rather cold-nature Zeus,  And the self centered Demeter Goddess. Which wasn't the easiest thing to do. But alot of Gods seemed to do a great many things for the beauty Persephone...
Anyway, what the God Hermes was able to do for the beauty Persephone goddess was this:
She would be allowed to stay with her husband and King Hades in the Underworld for four months of the year [ the winter] and would return to earth to her mother the remaining months of the year as
Persephone Goddess of Spring...
As the Springs ends each year, the Goddess Persephone is joined again with her husband in the Underworld as Queen. Greek Mythology tell us that the Goddess Demeter of bountiful harvest would begin her grieve and bring on the cold barren winter, until a few months later when her daughter Persephone returns and brings with her Spring.
The Goddess Persephone is associated with the awaking of the threat of spring and will return and its
verdantly grows in her wake. Thus were the seasons were established-

The Goddess of Persephone did not sloughed off any of her responsibilities as Queen of the Underworld.
Having made the decision to consume the 7 seeds of the pomegranate that Hades offered her, while in the underworld, just before she was to leave. This showed that she wanted to stay in the underworld with her King and husband the God of Hades.

While in the Underworld Persephone has manged to somehow always be there when others come

to be
received into the underworld. To serve as their hostess and guide and help new faces, ease into the Underworld with a beautiful kindly face, so that their first coming into the Underworld isn't so bad.
The Greek Goddess Persephone represents both the youthful, innocent and a joyous maiden. Also the  aspects of a womanly self, who has lost their innocence, family attachment but can begin to decide for herself her own decisions on what she feels is best for her own womanly self as being a goddess, Queen,
wife, daughter, ruler of a kingdom, finding her own womanhood, finding her own power as an Queen, and ruler of the underworld, and the joys of being reunited to earths spring bountiful harvest.
I found Persephone to be a interesting goddess.
She has so many different aspects to her personality.
I choose this one because it show her choosing her own path and making all the different paths and different roles that she has work in my opinion..
I hope that you all find this to be a interesting read.
Wendy.

Goddess Danu

Goddess Danu
Life giver
Where Ocean meets land,
The Kiss of the salt air.
Queen of Spring.
Queen of Fertility.
The shinning jewel of Ireland.
I am enveloped in your mist,
your loving embrace a child coming,
happily home.
                                             Danu is the oldest Celtic Goddess known in Celtic times, her

influence spread far across the
British Isles and Europe, where the Danube River was named after her. There were even fewer stories that were told about Danu and how she had survived.
Yet the reverence in which she was held still remains.
It is told that those who worshipped her, the Tuatha de Danaan - the children of Danu retreated into
the hollow hills of Ireland when Christianity overcame into the oldways.
They, became immortal, in the hollow hills of old Ireland and the fairy folk and Danu's legend lives on as the Goddess of the fairies which lives on to this day.
Danu is the power that is in the land that never is to be over comed by mortals and her power is in the imagination of those who see magic in the twilight's mists between the two worlds-
"I am the force that turns the flower to the sun"

Danu is the Mother of Irish Gods, Link to the Goddess Don of Wales. Her tribe is the first of May.

The Tuaththa De' Danann battle the Fir Bolg, and eventually won an uneasy peace. In their turn the
Tuatha De' Danann were displaced by the mortal Milesians and retreated to the hollow hills, to become the fairy folk. The coming of the Milesians is likely Mythologizing of the christian conversion of the Isle that outside the pagan Gods and Goddess.
Danu is a Goddess of fertility and plentifully and there is evidence that the river
Danube is named after her.
A mother of the faeries, she is close to the land of the rivers too.
This is one of my favorite Goddess simply because that she is connected to the land of the faeries and is the mother of the faeries too. I love this goddess simply because she is the power that is the land that never is to be over comed by mortals and her power is in the imagination of those who see magick in the
twilight in the mists between the two worlds of the Fae and Ireland.

Goddess Danu

I hope you will find the Goddess Danu in your dreams and in the hills of your own backyard as I have..The Goddess Danu as the Mother of the faeries lives everywhere..
I truly believe that she lives on in our hearts and in the faeries that are still her force that make her a powerful goddess.
Wendy

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A Dragon's Tail

                               A Dragon's Tail

Far above the village square, in hills that rise beyond

Deep inside a darkened lair, there lay a magic wand.

It lain upon a hardened rock for many of a year,

Its owner was the last known man to ever visit here.

For centuries it had been told, a dragon lay in sleep,

And some night soon, in light of the moon, towards the town he'd creep,

Bringing mass destruction and endless countess,

count of death.

                                                          A yellow green in eyes so mean, a scorching fiery breath.

                                                           Well, as with many legends, it is made from lies and fact,  

                                                         There is indeed a dragon here but scorching breath he lacked,

                                                           He knew he could do many things whenever that he chose,

                                                         But as for fire, he could at best blow smoke rings through his nose

                                                         His eyes were not mean, just dragon green and somehow kinda sad,

                                                            Resulting from his loneliness and all the sleep headiness.

                                                          He yawned a mighty yawn, then slowly rolled onto the floor,

                                                    He flicked his tail and stretched his limb's , his body still quite sore

                                                     To sleep a thousand years while in the darkness and the damp,

                                                       Can leave you feeling groggy, and an awful lot of cramp.

                                               He made his way towards the daylight,

                                                rubbing at his head.

                                                    An early morning migraine made him wish he'd stay in bed.

                                                       But as he reached the entrance, he saw a silken gown,

                                                     wrapped around some bones that lay upon the stony ground. 

                                                       And over there not far away, he saw a funny stick.

                                                     It seemed to sparkle inside and out,
                                                     or was it just a trick.
                                                    He rubbed his eyes to realize what he saw was true,
                                                           With captive stare he pondered on the next thing  he should do,
                                                         He slowly moved toward it as the stick began to rise,
                                                     It turned and pointed at him.
                                                     Looking straight between the eyes.
                                                   Aware of what was happening, he then pulled away 
his stare.
                                                 His nose began to twitch for there as magick in the air.

                                                          A bolt of lightening flashed his way, he leaped across the floor.
                                                        He turned to face a burning smell, from what he wasn't sure.

                                                     He saw a sight, that caused a fright, much more
                                                than he first feared,
                                                      His rear end smoking badly and his tail had disappeared.
                                                      His big green eyes grew bigger, as the truth began to tell,

                                                  Left with half his body and a funny kinda smell.
                                                He screamed a scream unheard before, part pain but mostly fright.
                                               His howling heaves had ripped the leaves of every tree in sight outside
                                                     of the cave.
                                             The cave began to shudder and the rocks inside began to fall. 
                                            The dragon whimpered bad to face the horror of it all.

                                       The daylight lost as half the roof of his cave had fallen onto the floor.
                                   The wand was crushed and buried,
                                  And the entrance to the lair was no more.
                               The rocks had enclosed the dragon in a tomb
                            that was his own lair.
                                  Across the town the howling was heard,
                                           but no-one was really quite sure what it was or where it was coming from.
                                      It didn't sound like a dragon, for dragons only roar very loud.
                                    Apparently, I guess its an fact, it sort of lacked a punch of terror,
                               in the voice of the dragon,
                              And was more of a wail.
                                 But no-one's ever heard what a dragons sounds like when he looses his tail.
                     For years to be, a mystery was wrapped around to this day,
                               Many stories were passed down through the centuries, while others couldn't say.
                           From made up tales, to fantasies, no-one will ever know.

                           Just what they heard or what occurred that day so very long ago.
                              The legend of the dragon is still talked about the same, 
                               A monster from the deepest hell, a devil with no name.
                                    Not far away, in bed he lay, returning to his sleep,
                                   his pride and fears a thousands years this time he has to keep. 
                                   But when he wakes, he hopes to find his body not in pain,
                                no magic waiting for him, and his beautiful tail grown back again. 

                                        He snores a Dragons snore deep back in the blacken cave, his body safely
inside his lair.
                                In time he'll get another chance, his tail will also grow.
That's the thing about dragons.
                                   It is something that he'll dream about until that day he awakes.
                    For one thing this dragon has forgot, 
                  He is the MAGIC
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