Do you remember what we promised when we met,
meaning forever to promise keep?
Do you imagine the snake slid, in close before closer,
leaves conjuring rot and cracking the stillness?
Do you think for minute I didn't think, the taste a taunt
Do you recall how our tongues tied thick with words
as the worm from the apple surfaced?
Tell me this, before you tell me again what it is like to lie
as a wolf with lamb and not feel hunger.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
I wrote this poem for Carry on Tuesday, which each week provides a prompt that participants are to use wholly or partly in an original poem or prose piece.
The prompt for Tuesday, November 9, consists of the first line of My Love, an ancient folk song updated and recorded by the English folk-rock band Steeleye Span: Do you remember what we promised when we met. . . .
To read other Carry on Tuesday contributors' poems or prose for prompt #78, go here.
Carry on Tuesday Plus (Steeleye Span Video of and Lyrics to My Love)
Obituary for Steeleye Span's Founder-Member Tim Hart, January 2, 2010