Kore. Kora. Koure. The girl. The maiden. For my second piece of devotional jewelry inspired by Persephone’s titles and epithets, I chose one of her best-known and most-honored names.
The maiden is springtime, young and soft and pastel, a flower in the meadow. This is the flower, these are the petals, with accents in rose quartz.
While I love the soft, light tones of this piece, maybe it’s time for one of her gloomier epithets next. If you have a favorite title of hers, let me know.
I’ve started a project to make a piece of jewelry for each of Persephone’s epithets. This is my design for Karpophoros – bringer of fruit.
I beaded a rope to mimic a basket handle, with the copper piece in the center as the upturned “basket,” from which the fruits come forth. I feature garnet in the details, a stone I associate with Persephone.
I loved the experience of creating this, and the culmination in a special piece of devotional jewelry. I plan to work with other epithets of Persephone’s, and those of other gods as well.
Which epithets would you like to see as jewelry?
This is my LAST notes post (and a short one) – because this is the end of the book!
I’m glad I read the book; it clarified a few things for me and makes me feel better-informed. It was a fine overview. I hope these notes can be helpful to others who may not have much time for academic books.
And with that, I’m going to take a break from studying, and will go forth and practice my Orphic-influenced religion!
My intention is to, at least once a month, visit with the nymphs, leave offerings for them, and get to know them. This time, a friend and I visited the river nymphs.
We walked the trail, waiting for the moment we would know we were in the right place to settle and leave our offerings. That moment came as we sighted the waterfall, and a cavernous area a little before it, where we could sit on the rocks under the spreading arms of the willow tree. We’d found the place. People had littered it, so the first thing we did was clean.
As I read the hymn to the nymphs we left our offerings, watched the river accept them, and later walked into the water, where we stayed for an hour, feeling as though we were between worlds, somewhere time stopped and the physical world could bend.
We spoke to the nymphs then, and they told us to come back and continue leaving offerings, but that they were not ready to speak to us further at this time. Understandable; they don’t know us or our intent. We were informed that in that area were dryads (but not hamadryads), who roam with Artemis in the woods, and naiads/potamides (they were fine with either name) in the river who go with (and this surprised us) Apollo. (Of course, Apollo has a history of loving naiads, but we’d forgotten that at the time.)
From the water they gifted us a couple of stones. I think I’ll drill one that’s a good shape and use it to make a pendulum exclusively to communicate with them.
I’m looking forward to returning in August and looking for the small changes, the variations that come with the passage of time. I’m looking forward to standing in the river again, and emerging cleansed and new and good.
Plate from Petelia, South Italy, fourth-third century BCE:
‘Thou shalt find to the left of the House of Hades a spring, And by the side thereof standing a white cypress. To this spring approach not near. But thou shalt find another, from the Lake of Memory Cold water flowing forth, and there are guardians before it. Say, “I am a child of Earth and starry Heaven; But my race is of Heaven (alone). This ye know yourselves. But I am parched with thirst and I perish. Give me quickly The cold water flowing forth from the Lake of Memory.” And of themselves they will give thee to drink of the holy spring, And thereafter among the other heroes thou shalt have lordship.’
Plate from Thurii, South Italy, fourth-third century BCE:
‘But so soon as the spirit hath left the light of the sun, Go to the right as far as one should go, being right wary in all things. Hail, thou who hast suffered the suffering. This thou hadst never suffered before. Thou art become god from man. A kid thou art fallen into milk. Hail, hail to thee journeying the right hand road By holy meadows and groves of Persephone.’
Three more tablets from Thurii, roughly the same date as previous:
‘I have come from the pure, pure Queen of those below, And Eukles and Eubuleus, and other Gods and Daemons: For I also avow that I am of your blessed race. And I have paid the penalty for deeds unrighteous, Whether it be that fate laid me low of the gods immortal Or…with star-flung thunderbolt. I have flown out of the sorrowful, weary circle. I have passed with swift feet to the diadem desired. I have sunk beneath the bosom of the Mistress, the Queen of the underworld. And now I have come a suppliant to holy Persephoneia, That of her grace she send me to the seats of the Hallowed.– Happy and blessed one, thou shalt be god instead of mortal. A kid I have fallen into milk.’