Verdantic Poem by Kevin Cadwallender

Not to be verdantic
Although that isn’t a real word,
I will lead you into
The garden of lies
And offer you less
Than an apple.
I will offer you
An ancient latin pun.

Or maybe it was
Wine, harvested
From the vine to
Slip down the throat
To catch in the throat.
Or Michelangelo’s fig?
Or the mind altering mushroom?
Or the betrayal of pomegranates?
Some say that flesh is the fruit.

Or meant metaphorically
Which at least sense inclines towards.
Sin and knowledge go together;
Like Adam and Eve,
Like Lilith and Samael,
Like lies and truth.

How this all applies to us
In our current predicament
Leaves me clutching at ribs,
Drinking the cider made
From one hundred percent
Forbidden, and drunk
Without cigarettes
Between
the Garden of Eden, Belfast
and the love lost in Gethsemane.
It matters little how I fell.


I am unsophisticated in my sophistry.