Friday, April 13, 2018


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Back then i was flesh of his flesh, and bone of his bones, so when he handed me that delicious, ripe, juicy apple, I bit into it, sinking my teeth into our despised future; whence i came to love him and hate him, yet was never complete without him.

Anger blazed in the fire of God's wrath, for him and me; we had eaten, and the naked truth was, we should not have; so helpless, were we, we tried to hide the taste of apple, camouflaged in fig leaves.

Who can hide from God? of course he saw us there cringing in our sorry disobedience, and being God, he clothed us in warmth of skins; a miracle we thought.

That was how we came to know the word clothes; of course, later in generations to come, synonyms like: design and fashion came into being.
OF APPLES EATEN © gillena cox 2018

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Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April 13 – 13 Is Poetry
Prompted by Magaly; Challenge: Today, I wish to read poems full of metaphors used to tell tales as mind-tickling as Sylvia’s bag of ambiguously green fruit. Choose 3 to 13 (nonconsecutive) words out of Setterfield’s quote[given] use them in a poem that is a deliberate celebration of metaphor