Title is Mister;
Boards nailed and paint mixing,
Work, the people’s mission;
Without, something’s missing.
Started in glory;
High, replete with glamor,
Now a bore and gloomy;
What it was, a glimmer.
For man’s fate chosen
By an apple, choking
All down, a new chapter
Of strife and skin chafing.
But from no relief,
Man’s good work was renewed;
Through skilled trade and repair,
A Carpenter redeemed.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2021 14:37
- Comment from author about the poem: “The breccbairdne is an Irish quatrain form.” Writersdigest.com
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 23
Comments1
Good write Gary.
99% may say it was an apple. We're not told though. There was a talking serpent/snake though! Or did it hiss, to entice Adam and Eve? Sort of saying 'Psst'?!
I may be becoming apocyrphal now!
Thanks Orchidee “forbidden fruit” would have been a mouthful of syllables and so I chose the easier to swallow “apple.” Have a blessed Sunday my friend!
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