your daughters are crawling on
cucumber leaves, through squash,
and beetles that came to feast.
brave sinners dancing
among the grapevines, twirling
themselves up bamboo poles
to fruit more than they’ll ever be.
the sky reaches out to catch one
she from where they cast her out
of the garden of eden
man spit her out all rancid
apple core still stuck in their throat
as they condemned her
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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I love the visceral imagery of each of your verses but especially the apple core stuck in their throats. Just another excuse to use a made up story to unjustly condemn an entire gender. My wife often says that since the man is not missing a rib but the woman is missing an Adam’s apple that God must have made woman first! Wonderful, thought-provoking poem, RC!
You paint the poem so well, with sensoric words that just leap out at you with their flavors
Nicely done!!! The last line really brings it home!