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.