“Pomegranate” (Rispetto #1, Iambic Tetrameter)
The lady, Eve, came late one night
and whispered sweetly in his ear:
“This pomegranate will not blight;
nor harm God’s admonition seer.”
She split the fruit along its seams;
pink glows the seed as he thus beams.
So great the flow of knowing her
the fruit of Adam she did stir.
by Jacqueline Casey