Eden’s Woman (Part I of III)
Love denied her that
thing it so desired.
Without warning the
gulf got narrower!
And from her lips,
apple-juice dripped, dark.
For the moment,
mindful pride shattered.
She was after all,
mere clay, subject to stay:
He was man, all man,
just man and then some.
She was all woman, and
unlike any soul.
Now she had on her
lips, an apple cold stain.
Then she realized the
significance…
He had trembled, at
the thought of her nerve:
Now a vassal: of
flesh, bone and soul, for Satan!
He paused from his
work, looked up at her mane.
His arms flushed out
to her, to her parse.
She had indeed,
brought heaven down to gaze.
Eden Dethroned (Part II of III)
At the sound of her
voice, love struck a blow—
Or better, like a
bell, struck deep from Hell.
Dethroned by the
netherworld; a hard blow.
In his whirling
brain, he loved hopelessly:
In that moment of
madness why did he?
It was a way he could
express his love!
The lofty emotion he
had felt for her.
It was a love that
comes to all lovers…!
It came to him, in a
whirlwind of fire.
For he had never been
in love before.
His eyes like the
sun, transfigured his face.
His nakedness
penetrated his brain.
He remembered God had
called him out,
Wondered where he had
gotten that apple.
The Owl of Eden (Part III of III)
Her eyes have seen
the steles of Satan.
Fire like foam coming
out of a thick sides:
She has felt the
deadest stain come alive!
The owl of Eden
hoots, like a scant sear:
The memory of loss,
will cling for years.
The skull of man, now
will stare at the sky!
And women will now
give birth, cry and die.
She brought no glory
for her man, to spare.
Eden now is dust,
Samaritan dust.
Where Arab, Jew and
Gentile have warred and died!
Here Baal,
Elohim—were ridiculed, decried.
Under the
indecipherable weary sky.
Here lives the
monoliths of Eve and death.
Now here, lives the
legends of Eve and death.
Ebony and crystal,
monoliths, eyelids.
Only the toad has
found here, a place to live.
Here still the owl
lives in oblivion!
And Adam, a monument
to man’s demise.
Here on both sides, all
men walk with no pride.
Note: Part written 4-25-2014, Part two and three
4-26-2014.
Written in sonnet form: Spenserian, Italian, or
Caudated form. (No: 4325)
