Fruits of Eden
by Carolin Messier
In a two-toned landscape of golden grass
and shades of steely gray,
three red apples shine at the pavement’s edge
like flashing lights called in response to tragedy.
Fallen from Eden’s tree onto my path
from paradise to hell,
these three are truths: loss always follows love,
grief always follows loss, and love then follows grief.
But not always, the third is only true
if we pluck green fig leaves
as plates for cheese, and not to cover shame
for our raw nakedness, strength, and depth of feeling.
We come into the world unclothed,
and as babes cry unashamed,
it is the gift of our humanity to love and lose and grieve
so we may love again, return to Eden: home.
Wow. This is beautiful, and very true. Love how it ends too: With home.
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Thank you. On a recent road trip from Seattle to Telluride, I was driving on the highway through the Utah desert and saw these three apples on the side of the road, the only thing of any vibrant color in the landscape. The image inspired the poem.
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Yay for road trips and imagery! 🙂
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I am horrible at expressing my feelings when I read someone else’s words. All I know is when I read something and it feels …. it feels like it worked it’s way inside of me. This one didn’t have to work to get in. It just glided it’s way in. And felt it.
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Wow. I’m humbled to hear that something I wrote had that effect on you. Thank you.
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…green fig leaves as plates for cheese… true that. lovely
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Thank you. That’s my favorite line in that one too.
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