leave the sleeping

milk filled cat

to fry the egg

for those of adams  rib,

an untouched apple

shows no procreate,

offspring to the storm

that nature brews,

spluttering egg tells the story

they are returning to

carbon and water,

kitchen unfilled

wheat grows spoiled,

did adam not want eve,

loins barren uncaressed,

indulge in the silence

that follows

as cities

grow cold and foliage,

where next nature asks

as the cats eyes flutter,

with yearning

stretch of paw

it was not telling

yerka jacek_mind fields_between heaven and hell

written for Magpie Tales http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/

 

 

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Comments
  1. Tess Kincaid says:

    Nicely done…

  2. Helen Dehner says:

    This feels surreal … apocalyptic. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  3. Berowne says:

    Enigmatic but rather musical. Well done.

  4. Love this poem – and the painting is wonderful – K

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