Creative Response: Eve

Original Poem: EVE by Dorothy Livesay
Creative Response: Poison Apples by Monica Zeigler
You can find Monica's commentary on her poem ---> here.

'EVE' 
By: Dorothy Livesay

Eve

Beside the highway

at the motel door

              its roots

the last survivor of a pioneer

                 orchard

miraculously      still

                bearing

A thud another apple falls

               I stop     and O

that scent, gnarled, ciderish

                with sun in

that woody pulp

                 for teeth and tongue

                 to bite and curl around

that spurting juice

                earth-sweet!

In fifty seconds, fifty summers sweep

              and shake me-

I am alive!      can stand

                up still

hoarding this apple in my hand.

Poison Apples 
by Monica Ziegler

As you rush to reclaim

Everything you think

Is yours

Do you spill

With joy

Or are you hungry for more?

Are you sure your prize will keep you

Alive?

Is there something you do not know,

Feigning eyes?

About the fruit that grows grows

Sick

Deep

Out of your soul into hoarding palms?

And what if all the

Laws carved rough

In a slab of stone,

Were not to strike you,

Not to Leave you empty

scratched out and erased;

  

Oh no but instead to reveal

the richest of tastes?

you  will

Fall short.

You have;

Look at the scars on your knees and

Know more will come.

But friend,

To swallow

A healing cup filled with Grace-

Bought by a Lover’s clean blood

Purchased to clean you up ;

Oh------- the taste!

Enough to drop the poison apple,

Touching your lips.

Keep your Free hands open.

Let go to live let it go to

Live.