The poem that follows was prompted by
after their post explaining the history and style of the Minute Poem.I also used the photo below as a source of inspiration for the Minute Poem having previously challenged folks on Notes to do so.
Fun fact: this old tractor actually sits next to my house and is home to a rat snake.
Enmity of Eden
Enmity of Eden lingers Man works fingers Down to the bones Makes false thrones But I, the damned snake, merely crawl Cursed for gall Not of my own Hated. Alone. But I make due in dark and cold If seen am scold’ Leave me some space Spare me some grace
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And I’d love to see a Minute Poem by you! If you write one, post them in the comments or tag me so I can read. And feel free to use the photo as a prompt as well.
You did a great job, especially in the last few lines, of capturing the same rural spirit the picture of the tractor conveys. I liked the connection you made between manual labor and the expulsion from Paradise.
Enmity of Eden, or: Sympathy for Snakes
I remember when you posted that image--it's still in my head! Love this poem, it's a good thinker for the morning!