The masquerade of philanthropy got revived,
After they looked into her dead soul,
From true colors to blue colors,
Everything lied flattered on the floor.
She breathed those corners even in her death,
In her life, though she bled;
She transpired the facades of thorns,
Knowing her fate was yet to be born.
The shovels of the black hearts stabbed her parts,
Like they were pawns to the dart,
Knowing lesser about their mortal intentions,
She drifted from deception to faith.
The last cord of desire hung loose again,
For the man of the departed that rose,
He covered himself in her blood;
And left the last stroke of his real self untold.
Long after she was gone,
They opened the grave of the less fateful,
She was all covered in filths of feather,
Lesser known by all, God’s Mother.
This poem based on the said Painting tries to say that the painting portrays that the World began with the Adam’s apple which was bestowed to the world after God’s mother gave him birth. The world was all red in her blood, until the apple was eaten away by Adam and Eve. Giving out this birth was a very difficult task for God’s mother and she tried to hide it away in a masquerade however there was one mistake that they made. Eve was an outsider, they shouldn’t have told her. She carved it out in a painting and so the secret got out. That’s how the beginning of the world is portrayed in this epitomic work.
I wrote this poem for a poem writing competition in which a poem had to be written over the mentioned painting.