Poetry

The wind howled its savage tunes
Moving the rain to torrent gloom
The dark wailed to the lonely night
As lightning lanced great blinding blows
 
She stood still in that treacherous moment
Waking to life that the creator wouldn’t share
Braving wrath and the serpent’s desertion
Innocent Eve birthed History and its Descendants
 
She was ruled by a jealous God
Of mysterious games and dark threats
Spurned by his territorial reserve and plays
Eve walked life to learn, to live
 
Braving centuries and newer Gods
She walks lives and carpets wisdom
Setting paces and wheeling destiny
A tireless creator scouring the same hearth
 
Now as God talks of free-will and sovereignty
Eve moves on sloughing old lampoons
Walking tall, among scholars and New-age
Smiling at secrets she learnt on that savage night.