REST. FOR EVE.
By: Kristel Marie Pujanes
Into the garden I’ve gone to weep,
your grief, though appreciated
is temporary and weak. You
who have not known nakedness,
(your fineries, your firm flesh!)
can’t possibly know the permanence of despair.
I, on the other hand, speak it regularly.
It is my mother tongue—it is
the twin of my pulse that beats regret.
Here is your apple, Serpent,
Take it. I have no use for it.
Bring with it my memories, my poised potential.
You see, I have no taste for its wisdom,
its poison, its promises.
I reject it to be pure again—clean
like bone and porcelain.
As for you, God, hidden in the wings,
Here, take a rib—bring it to Adam
(an offering, a gift!)
Let it descend upon his mantelpiece,
a sorry show for guests and thieves.
They will crowd around it, of course.
Open their mouths, talk about it,
of course. Chew it like the third course.
Digest it, revel in it, and forget about it
Of course, of course.
Into the garden to shed my skin—
this coat is ruined, worn, and thin.
As the cool ground rises to meet my form,
To be one with earth, forevermore.
(5.19.2012)
NOTE: Written after a two-year hiatus from writing poetry.
IMAGE: Expulsion from the Garden of Eden by Masaccio (fresco from c. 1425)
Reblogged this on dips in the road.
Sure! 🙂 Thanks for the reblog.
A beautiful poem that delivers a deep message and reminded me of the song “Us” by Regina Spektor. Keep writing!
Thank you! Right back at you!
BTW, I love that song. 🙂
Love it, keep writing Kristel, of bone and porcelain, of the twin of my pulse that beats regret. Wonderful.
Thank you David! That means a lot. 🙂
Really do like this Kristel-I have been trying to catch up on reading everyone’s blogs-keep posting because you have an awesome talent-Karen
Thank you Karen! 🙂 I took a blogging break to get some things in order. I’m glad you’re back though. 🙂 Now, I’m going to go catch up on everyone’s posts. And ditto. Keep writing because you’re really good at it too!:)