The Prime Man after Woman’s Sin

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This multi-colored parasol lets light

Through.  Underneath that light the shades show you

In different hues.  The shining beams ignite

Pale pastel moments, palest pink and blue.

He asks her if she might allow him next

To her.  She seems reluctant, seems afraid

That paler colors might make him be hexed

With femininity.  A soldier’s braid

Of golden cloth upon his shoulder would

Be best.  That way he might be manly, killed

And killing.  Maybe he should wear a hood

Of manliness, a monk with Christ’s blood spilled.

  But what if green were spilled on him, slight green

    To make him more like Eden Adam’s clean?

~  Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Apr 18, 2025 | AB, AD, CA, EV, FE, MA | 0 comments