Friday, March 24, 2023

Poem: “Mother and Child” by: R. S. Thomas

No clouds overhead; 

no troubles freckling 

the maid’s eye. The shadows 

are immediate and are thrown 

by upholstered branches, 

not by that angled 

event that from beyond 

the horizon puts its roots 

 

down. This is Eden 

over again. The child 

holds out both his hands 

for the breast’s apple. The snake is asleep. 

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