The myth of Adam

Adam. Your ghost stalked us, the Ten Commandments

Rose from the ground, declared themselves old as Stonehenge

Adam. There was accusation in knowing you, in your knowledge

There was a guilt that seemed to make me an Eve,

Make me an apple, naked as fruit.

 Adam. You tore off my skin, nibbled at my soul with the teeth

Of your name. Made me smooth as a pebble, skipping a flat sea


Adam. You are a landscape littered with alien soil

Planted with asteroids that have taken root

sprung to silver, tarnished beauty.

Adam. You are a minefield where with a step the world is blown up

Although you can walk away you are picking up fragments,

Reassembling yourself, making mistakes

Adam. You are three crones chanting disbelief and belief

To create a magic that dwells in the candles of cathedrals

Each lit with hope and a twenty pence piece.

Adam. You are a wound in the stone, caves have been smashed

Their roofs show the sky.


The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

Posted in Poetry Scrawls
2 comments on “The myth of Adam
  1. Jo Bell says:

    How odd – me and poetry friends spent Wednesday at the gallery and were much impressed by this piece! Better type my own notes up then…

  2. becca says:

    I loveeee Adam sooo much, favourite piece in that exhibition. Looking forward to reading Jo Bell’s feelings on Adam. I have a few other poems I’m working on about Anish Kapoor’s sculptures, he is so amazing. Artist crush.

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The Stirred team at Reclaim the Night Manchester 2015
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