First Love

Winter Blossom by Vic Briggs

“With thee conversing I forget all time,

All seasons and their change, all please alike”

~  John Milton, Paradise Lost ~


About this image: Winter blossom in Kyoto, Japan. Budding on the threshold of Spring perhaps not unlike a first love.

Daily Prompt: That’s Amore

Paradise Found


I am not Adam.

For you were proud of him.

I… cast out on a whim.

What had I wronged you with?


Now seeing them content

Whilst rotting in exile,

I feel the rise of bile,

Drowning all good intent.


I am not Adam.

Displaced because I dared

To question, you declared.

How could you think it just?


I have no wings to soar.

It tastes of endless malice

With poison full this chalice.

I’ll drink it all, and more.


I am not Adam.

My fate is sealed, but I

Will not sit still and sigh.

Why pray should you have rest?


One day you too will fall.

Always in speech unspeaking,

You banished me unthinking,

But doom awaits your all.