The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
enchantment, latch, apples, chatter, crave, catalyst, catastrophe, wings, gift, sing , miss, limit
Hindsight in Paradise
Long ago, when the Big Bang was still
a recent and painful memory,
Birds filled the trees, to flutter, to chatter,
To sing, to flap their wings,
To do their regular birdy stuff.
Other animals roamed the plains
Sure, they killed each other now and then
But generally, it was a time of enchantment,
A time of sufficiency, a time without craving.
A time when every creature knew their limits.
Nothing could prepare this idyllic space
For the catastrophe about to be set free.
Man! What a disaster that was.
Gifted paradise by some heavenly father
It was the catalyst for all the dismay to follow.
In retrospect, (Oh, hindsight, I love you so!)
Maybe it would have been different
With a heavenly Mother: not the dire consequences
Just unconditional cuddly maternal love.
These vengeful male gods just miss the plot.
I grant you that the weadling snake,
Made temptation to lift the latch
To the forbidden orchard hard to resist.
But consider life today if some bloody parrots
Had eaten the apples before Adam got to them?
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Me? Bitter that the bloody parrots ate all my apples?
Yeah.
Smiling. And our king parrots are VERY fond of apples. So long as they are green apples.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt—parrots don't make moral decisions or change the course of history; they're just birds!
ReplyDeleteTrue, if a 'heavenly Mother' had been in charge instead of a 'heavenly Father,' things might have gone differently. Perhaps we'd still be living in an idyllic world with no chaos, greed, or suffering.
I enjoyed the slightly sarcastic tone and the humour, thank you! It made me think about how much we’ve lost in our search for more, and how maybe the dream of simplicity and balance is still worth holding onto.
Hey J.Cosmo, maybe it’s time to grab an apple from what’s left of the garden and rediscover what really matters...