Ironic
those fig leaves superimposed
on Masaccio’s 15th century Adam and Eve.
Prudery damns our best vulnerabilities —
why the artist laughed
when his cunning brush drew peek-a-boo lobes
over the springs of generation, dipping
into figgy green, figs being not fruit
but thousands of flowers
under burnt-purple skins, where pollinator wasps
laid eggs among the incipient sugars
a dessert so good, the pharaohs called it
the Tree of Life.
those fig leaves superimposed
on Masaccio’s 15th century Adam and Eve.
Prudery damns our best vulnerabilities —
why the artist laughed
when his cunning brush drew peek-a-boo lobes
over the springs of generation, dipping
into figgy green, figs being not fruit
but thousands of flowers
under burnt-purple skins, where pollinator wasps
laid eggs among the incipient sugars
a dessert so good, the pharaohs called it
the Tree of Life.
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Anna Evas’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Birmingham Poetry Review, Worcester Review, Long Poem Magazine, and others. She is a recording pianist and an award-winning contemporary classical composer.
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