JUST BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE

I ate that apple, whole. I spit
its tiny black seeds into my hands.
Later, I’ll plant them to see
what clay makes, other than that
creature who found me here, blaming
me for that ache in his side, and a chunk
missing from the apple in his hand.

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No one said Paradise would be easy,
or that a bed of roses—I’m talking thorns, hon—
is a place I’d ever lay my head.

Adam is off, shaking his fist at me
and pleading with the clouds. I will not
let him drag me down,, all that anger
and finger-pointing. Who has time?

O! This sweet apple is so filling,
its skin so red and unblemished.
O! That satisfying crunch every bite
I take! That hard white center
is irresistible. For all the trouble
it has caused, I am savoring
every morsel. It is so ripe,
my lips run with juice.

key words: poetry, Janice Lynch Schuster, Eve, Garden of Eden, apples

One thought on “JUST BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE

  1. I just finished reading your excellent interview in The Sun.
    I too have burnt tongue syndrome and keep it under control – hardly noticeable now unless I go off my diet.
    I avoid coffee, hot spicy foods and acidic foods and take lipoic acid 600mg every day which is what I think really made the difference because if I don’t take it for awhile it gets worse.
    Good luck
    Debbie

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