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Adam: On Mortal Skin
by D. James McKeeWhere branches tender as Virgin Earth part, then whisper
together, their feathered leaves anchored and bowing,
obeisant to ground and man. Sly now, his steady tread
wanders a serpentine path, hugging perfect shadows.
Pale and naked, for the first time sweat shines on mortal skin.
Is the cloudless blue deepening? The breeze carries
a chill, the faraway promise of something called rain.
Dark nascent feelings, strange to flesh, drive him
from between columned trunks, where spear-tipped
rays pierce limbs, hands, and feet.
God's footsteps sound louder now and brighter than sun cast
diamonds. The Voice of Love, shattered and broken, pleads:
Where are you? What have you done?
Arms, cumbered with shame and leaf, fall trembling at his sides,
the man turns his face from Light and flees to the gathering of the night.
11/23/2008 Author's Note: This took 2nd place in the UCW winter 2009 contest. The theme was: "Where is God?"
Posted on 11/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 D. James McKee
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/24/08 at 05:33 AM First place must have been pretty freaking brilliant, because this rather awesome, I gotta say. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 11/24/08 at 01:18 PM Yeah great write. Congratulations. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 11/24/08 at 02:07 PM I am not surprised this won a prize! Beautifully written! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/24/08 at 05:55 PM This is a wonderful account of our past, present and future in regards to sacrifice and surrender spiritually. I also enjoyed it as fine poetry. It has a uniform cadence and melodic rhythm that resonates throughout allowing it to flow effortlessly from beginning to end. Congratulations on you prize! |
| Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 03/04/09 at 05:06 AM Powerful--it reminds me of a church movie I have often seen. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/18/10 at 12:38 PM You catch the essence of the Fall in this reflection of Adam. A great sense of shame and loss comes through. |
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