Photograph – Copyright Dan Wesker 2009
Eve Walks at Midnight
There is a crunch your jaw aches for.
The truth will be found on this short walk
in the rain, its grey shower a million first
kisses. In the mirror the emptying clouds
have made you might even see yourself.
An apple hangs in a nest of branches,
a red smile in the darkening air awaiting
your bite. Tomorrow you will know
what it means to fall, but tonight
carrying the browning apple core
in the curl of your palm, you hurry
home to the sleeping Adam to share
with him your good news.
Poem – Copyright Naomi Woddis 2009
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Lovely. Terrific poem Naomi.
Thanks so much Dorianne – working with Dan’s photos is a real treat !
N x
As was, reading that. x
Wonderful, indeed awesome poem.
Thank you so much ! xx