A Sonnet To Eve Poem by Steve Trimmer

In the beginning, their was 'She'
Creatress of Earth, Life and Sea
Leafy Quince, She put on boughs of Trees
And Apples, Figs and all thou please
Sweet Eve, She sent, to soils below
And from Her loins, boy Adam bestow
In peace, led by Daughters, they came to fruition
And ate The Fruits, in Wise Gardens, of Her erudition
In The Garden they danced, bare, neath Her Moon
And loved The Serpent, Ambrosias and Amorous Tunes
Flourish did did they for countless generations
Jubilant, indulged, in life`s Sweet Temptations
This story was, altered, by redacting scribes
The Goddess betrayed, by fetters, and fallacious alibis