Sunday, 10 June 2007

The trap by Janet Butler

A tipsy god stumbles
and confusedly mumbles
after an evening in Paradise,
drunk on sweet wines
from perfect vines
that he drank, he admits, more than twice -
offered, it seems, by a certain Snake
who now shakes in quiet laughter
for Eve followed suit
and bit the bright fruit
while poor Adam wept
at the wily trap set
to drive them away
this day

Janet Butler, Pittsburgh, USA

1 comment:

WH said...

You have captured your theme perfectly with the use of rhymes that are noticeable but don't overly intrude in the reading. Every line is a gem.