What if it was Adam ate the apple
and in retelling, told it slant?
The tale recorded by scribes of men
with etching tools and papyrus
rewriting Eve into a sin—
the temptress who led her mate astray
and cursed us all till kingdom come.
The mother of mothers forged
into the witch of Salem, the shrew of literature,
the feminine mystique placed on high
but denied the pen to record it straight.
But what if Adam ate the apple?
A rogue deceptor, a muscle man,
who climbed the tree
who shook the limb
who took a bite
and smiled it good.
April is poetry month and Poets and Storytellers is helping to kick it off. An ode to trees, here with a slant, and linked to dVerse , the pub where poets hang out.
