Pearls Before Swine

These apples are pearls before swine. Like Gretel discarding breadcrumbs, Eve has taken to discarding apples. Ripe and rosy as the day is long. Her arms are heavily laden. Tired of walking, wanting her sleep But Eve still has wild orchards. To visit and go scrumping. Wanting only to dance beneath Their untainted white blossoms To reach for the moon and stars And receive her strength and faith. Hold death in her arms. Rocked in a cradle Later to be discarded like garbage Like an apple core devoured. That is abandoned in a forest. Like a white butterfly Born of purity, innocence, With a seed of something to eternally grow. Following a path back to who knows where A house made of bread, cake, and sugar. Running from a stepmother, A woodcutter or to a God who will not forsake her.