An Afternoon Idyll

Flopped in  a  fern-filled, fertile garden nook,
Sipping soft drinks Eve read her mystery book.
Then, nibbling on a pear that dribbled on
Her birthday suit, Eve found her patience gone.
She thought why can’t the All In All provide
A decent fruit that won’t drip on my side
And stomach, gluing all the pages of
My book together, while, in clouds above,
He goes about his Lordly Business and
I’m left with sticky toes and ants and sand.  
"Adam, help—stop slurping on your Snapple!
I would like a nice, crisp, juiceless apple!"
Adam ignored her question and complaint—
A decent husband, he was not a saint.
Only thought he’d found the perfect woman,
Which went to prove that he was the first human. 
The Reptile, hearing them discussing this,
Slithering over, gave a little hiss,
Said “Honey, here’s an apple, don’t you cry;
You’ll know the reason for it by and by.”
And once Eve bit, she knew. A Voice above
Said “Get dressed!”, gave the two of them a shove.
The Reptile smiled and shrugged, then took a shake, 
Thought to himself “The first human mistake.”

A former Wilbur Fellow and six-time nominee for a Pushcart award, in 2007, she has published three books, Measured By Song, Making Music. As one of two finalists in the 2013 Aldrich Press Poetry Book Award, Cook was awarded publication of the manuscript for The View From Here, her third book I During Poetry Week 2014, The Poetry Collecftion at SUNYAB, Buffalo, published Cook’s chapbook of her work. Poems and essays by Sally Cook have appeared in numerous magazines and journals such as Blue Unicorn, Chronicles, First Things, The Formalist Portal, Light Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, National Review, Pennsylvania Review, Trinacria and other venues, both print and electronic. The poet is also a painter of Magic Realist paintings. She began as an exhibitor in Manhattan’s Tenth Street Co-operative Galleries, moved into geometrics and went on from there. Her work has been exhibited at many leading galleries and museums and represented in national collections.