I could be embarassed, Ada.
I carried that seed for days,
until there was earth
and it was good.
I carried your rib,
heaved it sighing on credent sheets,
bore the burden on my back.
One rib less, I share your cage.
With the fruit of our labor we run,
troubled and tied.
Divided from your maker,
I grow divided. We are not two.
3 comments:
I'm intrigued!
...and also confused!
then again, I have already confessed my poetic ineptitude, so can you provide some commentary?
I'm sorry, I know I really should!
I've just been really intriqued with the story of Adam and Eve, particulary what they must have gone through as a couple before and after everthing happened.
For an interesting read, look into the Hebrew folklore of Lillith, Adams supposed first wife. It made me wonder if Eve ever felt like she had to compete or set herself apart to be recognized as an inividual, not just a women made to cure Adams lonliness.
I like to explore these things, especially when I feel like I can personally relate to something. It adds a new dimension of meaning. At some level, we can all relate to Eve I think.
I loved this poem! It is great! I don't know if the way I've understood it is the way you meant to write it but I love it!
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