Thursday, August 20, 2009

Weapon of Choice



Today's muse: Daily Writing Practice


* * *


Weapon of Choice

In the beginning there was love,
and it was good.
Man and woman lived together in paradise,
not ashamed of their nakedness.

Then came the serpent,
who slithered and hissed,
beckoned, lured, enticed.
Promised.
Lied.

Worn proudly on her left hand,
the crimson bauble shone for all.
That plump red orb changed everything.

The apple begat the rules;
The rules begat the punishment;
The punishment begat the shouting;
The shouting begat the humiliation;
The humiliation begat the beating.

But the spirit of David grew within her, and
brandishing her sword,
she slew Goliath.
Nevermore to be a slave,
but to forever be a warrior.

Halleluiah.



4 comments:

glnroz said...

strong words for a strong lady..:)

septembermom said...

I second glnroz. Such strength in these lines. Well done!

~She Poet~ said...

There's a sense of command here and strength. Great title.

Wine and Words said...

Interesting. I was just talking about this very thing last night. How kind of you to wrap it all up in a beautiful package of words.