So I wrote this poem a while back. The bad news is that it’s about as subtle as a cast iron frying pan to the face, which makes it a wee bit tricky to place in a publication. The good news is I still like it, so I’m going to share it here instead of trying to sell it somewhere.

Because I can. :-p


Eve was the first feminist
biting into that apple
not because of a serpent’s whispers
but as a giant fuck you to
the man trying
to hold her down

Yup, subtle as a frying pan to the face… but I like it πŸ˜‰

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6 Responses to Eve

  1. Von rupert says:

    Hah! I don’t like it, I LOVE it! πŸ™‚ Go, you!

  2. Lisa says:

    Love the poem. Thanks for sharing.

    • Rhonda says:

      Thank you Lisa! πŸ™‚ I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find a home for it, but I wanted to share it anyway πŸ˜‰

  3. Simon Kewin says:

    Speaking as a man – I think that’s fucking ace. Go Eve!

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