Eve didn't care:
she hungered for
sweet succulence of life,
ignoring skin bespattered
with spots blacker than
ink on pages of
Vanity Fair.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Willow at Magpie Tales
Poetry, Art, and Commentary by Rick Burnett Baker
A beautiful weaving of theology and modernity, you words are profound, with a twist of the most delicious irony.
ReplyDeletenice. love how you brought all the elements to bear in this one rick. nice mag!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
ReplyDeleteOh this apple has had such nice tributes
just loved your piece Rick!
:)
good one Rick!
ReplyDeleteand don't we all!!!
all of us..little eves
Ignore the spots-go for the gusto!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
stopping by for the first time....glad I came over! I love the simplicity of your magpie and how you have tied it all together.
ReplyDelete"skin bespattered with spots blacker than ink" . . powerful. I like how you tied it to "Vanity Fair"
ReplyDeleteGreat little weaving of Eve and Vanity Fair!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely ... one of my favorites!!!
ReplyDeletevery cute one.
ReplyDeleteyour brilliance is valid!
My Magpie
great one. sounds like we were both inspired to write about mother Eve.
ReplyDeleteI like this, very nice magpie. :-)
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