Earth Man: Genesis



Still Life, 1670, detail by
Jean Francoisde La Motte



Willow weeps her tears of sadness,

they bitter with the pain of parting

burn hot and deep driving her to lonely madness,

course, rage through her very vessels,

sear and burn her broken heart.

In yonder forest he earth emerges,

flesh made of mud,

cold heart rough hewn from stones,

precipitation is his lifeblood,

twigs and branches make up his bones.

Willow cannot cope with his rejection

and deeply wrought in her dejection

rips out his letter affixed to door by nail and band

and reads the words of her amour.

His heart is made of stone,

yet devoid of all emotion

he does not wish to be alone,

will seek out the lonely in their shadows,

needs to make their beating heart his own.

She reads his words in lonely anguish,

tears splash down and blur, stain his missive,

she yearns for his love, his smile, his kiss, if

only he would return again…

Trembled the stars

that devilish night the earth man sought her,

(he would steal her heart as he slyly court her);

fashioning his face to that of her amour,

he gently taps upon her door.

She sees him, heart dances to her head,

his lips brush hers (she tastes the strangeness)

as he lifts her up, takes her to her bed. 

(Uncertain of his new persona

she mentions not the change less

he again should leave her…)

Noticing her reserve he does deceive her,

bluffs his way into her heart,

says that his leaving let him grieving

and he knows they now should never part.

Her flesh did crawl as she let him love her

as in her heart she knew he was another –

but ‘twas too late as he now did own her…

Stepping into the night

lit bright by moon and its corona,

stars trembled as she walked cold beside him,

knowing that her heart did beat inside him,

fate sealed in that first earthy kiss,

evolving earth man genesis…

Anna :o]

With thanks to Tess at The Mag for the inspiration and also brenda w at The Sunday Whirl (wordle 60) for her inspiration too!