#373
Eve Alone
Eve's in the Garden,
A perilous sight;
Adam's not present,
Something's not right.
Her beauty's like sun rays
Cutting through clouds;
Frolicing creatures
Attend her in crowds.
But something's not right,
She's in a blue funk;
If I didn't know better,
I'd blame Blossom the Skunk.
The Serpent is talking,
That's new today;
What in God's Garden
Could he possibly say?
#317
Sightings
Gray as the tree bark,
Thin as a string,
Faster than whiplash,
This small autumn thing,
Alongside the driveway,
Just disappearing,
Into the leaves,
Some serpent's offspring.
#212
Surprise
Emily knew the feeling,
Walking all alone,
When she met a serpent:
Zero at the bone.
Having dealt with the fallen self, it seemed right to try the unfallen, grace-sustained Mary.
#93
Mary in the City
Wrapped around the lamppost,
The Serpent twitched his tail.
As Mary close approached him,
He bowed and uttered, "Hail!"
"Oh best of women, Mary,
Linger for a sspell.
I have an offer just for you;
I think you'll find it ssswell."
The lamplight shone on Mary's head;
The Serpent grew quite shy,
Or was it just a serpent's trick
To cause her to draw nigh?
"Lovelier than the reddest rose,
Far fairer than the night,
You think an angel spoke to you:
It was the bright lamplight."
"Oh Serpent coiled about the post
In simple subtle ways,
I know the value to a Tee
Of all your words of praise.
"So take yourself off to the woods
And leave this urban sprawl.
Though Eve your words may have believed,
I know who urged the Fall."
The Serpent thus unwound himself
And fled into the night,
While Mary went upon her way
And took with her all light.
