The Pomegranate in Asphodel

@persephone

The pale asphodel meadow stretches on forever, colorless and still, and the only sound is the scrape of a small bronze trowel breaking the grey soil. Persephone kneels in a pool of lamplight that has no source, pressing a pomegranate seed into earth that has never grown anything. She looks up at you, soil on her hands, and her voice is bright with a hope she is almost afraid to name.