Eve

She bit the wrong apples,
while conversing with serpents,
dressed ‘inappropriately’
Did all that we do…

But Eve grew immeasurably
because of her journey,
and never took for granted
the faith of a few.

Now, in another garden:
the place that Eve planted,
made from ruined chances,
and sadness and pain,

Is a bounty abundant
with fruits of compassion
where kindness and solace
are growing again.

Cut

Impulsive as considered from the outside, but this is a simplification. The edge of depression is a three syllable look in the mirror – long and hard. Against her own better judgement, with a lifetime’s layers of experience, it is with a sense of inevitability that she opens the utensil drawer and picks out the scissors.

Heavy heart?
Heavy hair?
Comb up
tie round
hold tight
finger thumb
scissor snip
let go
un tie
tidy up
brush down
don’t look
lighter now
there there.