Thursday, July 30, 2009

Eve

Shrouded in black

she hops after

the dark seeds

encased in apple flesh.

She stands and caws,

one foot gripping

apple skin.

Her beak pokes,

brings up

a sweet offering.

Awkward effort

to retrieve

the pebbles

at the core.

Black tear drops

she has never shed.

4 comments:

wildflower said...

lovable~your words~black tear drops~
& you make me think there is a deeper meaning underneath and i could read this one..between the lines...

Ruchira Sen said...

Reminds me of Ted Hughes

puneet said...

hughes did write a poem on crow, forgetting its name....we did that in school...

Daksha said...

wow!!

the

construction

is

amazing