('Kings Prefer Cheese Over Fried Green Spinach')
Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails
Among Plantae et Animalia.
An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species
Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila)
Which playfully floods the air, all of a sudden, humming
Around and annoying each other like microscopic crazy drones.
In a clearing, from upon a large fig tree recalling to mind Buddha's
Sacred one, or better the ones from the Bible —Ficus carica
A nimble Blackbird —Turdus merula, Passeriformes
Greets you with a cheerful and melodious warble —Song from
The land of the Living
To make you dream of a quite different life.
Then, the stench of putrefaction attracts your eyes on the huge number
Of teeming Diptera maggots —Musca (genus)
Feeding on the rotting flesh of what was once a pigeon (Columba livia)
At dusk, unable to participate fully in such a world, distressed and
Without a fig leaf behind which to shelter, You command Yourself
To be expelled
From your own, trifling, Garden of Eden. Thus
You get away, unnoticed —You too, like everything else, recalled
To dust.
(Florence,2014)
Copyright © Fabrizio Frosini - All rights reserved
why didn't they restore the angel, back to angelic nakedness? K P i give up. i'll read another from you. bri ;) C O F G S
There is a wonderful quality to this poem....there's something that carries the reader between consciousness and the dream state. As we are lulled to sleep, we often experience rather vivid, often unpleasant images....but that is nature, part of life. It's that state, that twilight, you capture here. An amazing poem. A 10.
Wow you are a great writer, what a great descriptive poem!
WOW. I love your poem Fabrizio. Certainly food for thought. Many humans do not like vivid graphic images of mortality and it's entailing unpleasantness of decay. They prefer to see only the shiny side of the coin. I see both as a consequence of life on earth.
Simone! always a pleasure hearing from you.. thank you for your comment. Be blessed!
I read this poem there times and I realized it a amazing poem.. Thank you dear poet :)
molte grazie, cara Manna.. thank you very much, dear Manna Cheers
Two things up front - I really love Masaccio's EXPLUSION - the sheer grief of Adam and Eve he captures should melt the heart of any divine being. But alas, justice trumps mercy. Second, this is a clever, witty poem. And I can completely understand that flight from the GARDEN environment because the WHOLE CYCLE OF NATURE includes birth - growth - maturity (no problems so far, but then -) - decay - dissolution - death. It's those last three after the arc that makes us squeamish and flee the stench and ruin of what earlier in its life's arc was lovely. As T, S, Eliot put in one of his poems, HUMANKIND CANNOT BEAR TOO MUCH REALITY. Amen to that.