Hades - unlike more modern ideas of Hell - was a dark, cold place, at least as wretched as any sulphurous furnace. Torn from her family and trapped underground, six months of every year, surrounded by wraiths of the dead, waiting endlessly for summer... can you think of anyone more in need of a little comfort knitting than Persephone?
But what would she knit? Something bright and cheerful, to remind herself that summer will come at last? A wheatsheaf cable, to remember her mother Demeter? Or just the thickest, warmest jumpers she could bear to wear, to insulate her against the misery around her as much as the icy chill?
Please email me your stories and/or designs by 30 September.
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