Eve's Evolving
story by:
Nicho Mose
Written
on Mar 06, 2017
Copyright © 2016. In these bloody hands a severed bleeding head. In this head cold, dripping fangs. In these fangs pure transparent poison. In this poison slow, certain death. Death in this heavenly garden? In this gorgeous garden luscious trees. On these fruitful trees camouflaged, handsome: serpents. In these subtle serpents formless wisdom. In this wisdom seductive gnostic. In this gnostic crafty cunning. In this cunning fearless power. Power in my bloody hands: Adam!
Tags: love, anger, inspirational, imagery, abstract,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Powerful words and images, but what have you got against knowledge and freedom of choice? Or have I misunderstood your poem?
Nicho Mose
commented:
Not a thing. I'm like "Eve". Just having fun with the power of a woman...when she finally realises it.
Much thanks!
Ja Ja
commented:
Power and death. Quite the garden for an innocent lass to be.
Nicho Mose
commented:
True ...yet death is just the exit door we must all go through.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Cleverly written poem, hope to read more of your work.
Maria Williams
commented:
Cleverly written poem, fires up ones imagination.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Thought provoking poem Nicho.....is death really the exit door?....or is it the entrance...to who knows where?................just a thought........
