Almost An Apology

ALMOST AN APOLOGY Sometimes he enchants me with his word The sea of phrases laps around my feet His vision hones on truth just as a bird Seeks its mate to fit a fancy, greet With the sun each rising lovely day Preens his feathers shining in the wood As a flowered clearing on the first of May Seeks redemption for all Adam’s brood - The twain, the pair, the loser man with Eve Stumbling on knowledge – a foxglove’s draught A sweet sip to stage a sin, as if to grieve Hard labour, the smithy’s spear and shaft To gauge surrender, ‘twixt good and evil torn - To gouge the heart, this child of woman born by Rosemarie Rowley from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008