Poem-A-Day April 25: snakeskin

Autobiography of Eve

Wearing nothing but snakeskin
boots, I blazed a footpath, the first
radical road out of that old kingdom
toward a new unknown.
When I came to those great flaming gates
of burning gold,
I stood alone in terror at the threshold
between Paradise and Earth.
There I heard a mysterious echo:
my own voice
singing to me from across the forbidden
side. I shook awake—
at once alive in a blaze of green fire.

Let it be known: I did not fall from grace.

I leapt
to freedom.






Hello Friends,

Why has no one given Eve snakeskin boots before?! Thank goodness Ansel Elkins showed up to fix that for us.

I hope you’re enjoying poetry month!

— Ellen

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