Eden Remembered
I have been reworking a poem I wrote and posted some years ago.
Eden Remembered
Why do we call it "Fall"?
Perhaps because of children falling,
into piles of scarlet and gold or
Summer herself, falling like ancient Rome.
Mother called the bruised apples
Beneath the trees, "drops".
She hurried to use them before they spoiled.
They were recycled into sauce, or pies, or cakes.
"Don't slam that door; I have a cake in the oven."
The screen door slammed behind us,
As we ran through the kitchens of my childhood;
Cakes falling as the apples and as Adam had fallen, from grace.
"Don't slam that gate on the way-out, Adam,
I have a cake in the oven!"
Eden Remembered
Why do we call it "Fall"?
Perhaps because of children falling,
into piles of scarlet and gold or
Summer herself, falling like ancient Rome.
Mother called the bruised apples
Beneath the trees, "drops".
She hurried to use them before they spoiled.
They were recycled into sauce, or pies, or cakes.
"Don't slam that door; I have a cake in the oven."
The screen door slammed behind us,
As we ran through the kitchens of my childhood;
Cakes falling as the apples and as Adam had fallen, from grace.
"Don't slam that gate on the way-out, Adam,
I have a cake in the oven!"
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