A Old Story about Demeter and Poseidon

A few days ago I read a beautiful story about this goddess, this god, and they way in which they created children together. Today I cannot find it and so, am going to retell it in my own words, hoping to capture some of the beauty left out of the mythology texts in which things are reported and not written in story. A huge loss to humanity, I am certain.

Demeter was the very responsible and prim mother of Persephone, who ate the pomegranate seeds and therefore remained in Hades, happily laid, for 6 months of every year.

Demeter was sometimes pursued by her lusty and handsome brother, Poseidon, Lord of the Foamy Waves. She definitely felt a throb when she looked at him, but couldn’t get past her own repression and so she turned her head when he looked at her.

One day, when she was mourning the absence of Persephone, Demeter went for a walk through the golden, autumn fields. Poseidon chose to come after her, trying to lure her into an assignation. Frustrated beyond belief, Demeter transformed herself into a wild mare and galloped into the midst of the herds of wild horses.

But Demeter’s mare self gave her away. She was in heat. She wanted to  be covered by a stallion and Poseidon was only too willing to become that stallion. He transformed into a milky white stud with a mane that flowed like the crest of a wave. He flexed and flared his nostrils and followed Demeter’s scent into the midst of the herd.

Demeter could deny him as goddess/woman but as mare her only desire was to mate, to breed, to feel the entry and glide and throb of the stallion within her, fulfilling her need to make babies.

From the union of Demeter and Poseidon there were born the goddess Despoine and the immortal horse Areion.


About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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5 Responses to A Old Story about Demeter and Poseidon

  1. Terry Perrel says:

    I’d never read this story before, and I like your retelling. Kind of hot.

  2. Kelly Nicle says:

    this was false

  3. Thisis Not Ok says:

    This retelling is blatantly false. It turns a rape into an act of sexual desire, and makes a disgusting act of domination and humiliation justifiable under “animal” desires.

    Just as disgusting is a total lack of knowledge of the original greek story scheme. Gods are gods, they can take human forms, but they will never be human, in the same way, they can take animal forms, but they are not confined by those forms. A god can neither understand lasting emotion nor primal desire, unless they are the god of either of those traits. Neither Demeter nor Poseidon are such gods. Neither can this rape be described as a force of love from one of these gods of desire, as the story itself does not match the themes: When gods interfere with each others lives, there is revenge. You’ve painted what is clearly a story of rape and typical male domination as a story of lust, which I keep coming back to because I’m completely disgusted with your euphemisms and justifications.

    In the end, your retelling simply seems like an attempt to justify rape culture and bride-napping, as you’ve also talked about how Persephone laid “happily” in hades for 6 months. There is a reason why she is called the ice queen. She is not happy, she was kidnapped, raped, and then tricked into a foul marriage. Meanwhile Demeter caused the world to wither out of fear and panic.

    • While I am creeped out by your troll-y wording and contact info, I agree with quite a bit of what you say in this comment.
      It is very rapey, though my ‘lack of knowledge’ about the Greek mythological scheme is incorrect. To note: Gods raped everyone. Demeter, being a daughter, wouldn’t have cared much if her mother were raped, at least there is nothing in any of her mythological tales that indicates care for her mother. Or for anything, really, other than herself.
      To be clear: I do not condone, justify or promote bride-napping, rape, or any other trappings of Patriarchal culture.
      The retelling on my part was poor. That much is true.
      You are an aggressive asshole. That much is also true.
      I appreciate the comment though, and will delete the post eventually, as it in no way serves the purpose I intended.

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