This poem appeared in Bellowing Ark about 7 years ago and again in the very short lived journal Three.One.Six.
We Are All Eve’s Daughters
I chafe under any command
I do not understand the reasoning behind.
I resist a simple, “Go”, with “Why?”
A “Do this” with “What will it accomplish?”
And a “Do not touch” with “What would be
the ramifications if I did?”
Ready to listen to any serpent’s lies.
A skill not innate in woman.
God must have seen the complications
of an estrogen influenced mind.
The delicacy of hormonal balance,
the female curves—
her circular line of reasoning,
the logic that escapes a male perspective.
I cannot say I would not have caressed the apple,
tasted its crisp tart flesh.
We learn the hard way to resist temptations,
and Eve had no practice, no training.
And with all my self-imposed discipline,
sometimes there is a giving in…
Not perhaps over apples, but other delights:
ice cream, chocolate fudge,
and other indulgences of a fleshly existence.
There will always be a fascination
with the forbidden…
and Satan has a very smooth line.
c.Darlene Moore Berg