THE FIRE IS ASH

This poem is loosely connected to another post about being evicted from Eden. It takes place the day afterwards.

THE MORNING AFTER EDEN

you wake

amazed

you had managed to sleep

after all that palaver

the fire is ash

damp grey in this drizzle

no hope of cajoling a flame

then you realise you are naked

and that is a sin

he wakes

the recriminations begin

and carry on to this day

I cannot remember what sparked the poem, possibly the image of sodden ashes. I thought that this is how the blaming began and it is still going on. I never could get my head around how Eve is blamed for everything. 

Here is Iron and Wine with a song about Jezebel, the first woman. 

Until next time.