Feature Poet
Devil
Devil, devil in the night,
jet black hair and eye so bright;
what could cause a poet to say
that here’s a fearful symmetry?
Whiskered face and lolling tongue,
a pouch wherein her young are swung,
cradled, nourished, kept from harm,
furry, hairy, wrinkled, warm.
Tho’ she growls ferociously,
she’s been named atrociously;
ignorant people are hell-bent
to label her malevolent.
In this scavenger’s no evil,
please don’t say she is a devil.
That immortal hand or eye
gave her no fearful symmetry.
© Mary Kille 27.11.2009
Adam And Eve
Created from nothing
was Adam, by God,
then Eve from his rib,
but I think it quite odd,
when their pictures are painted
they’re shown just like us:
In the midst of their bellies...
an umbilicus!
© Mary Kille
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