for my image of woman in lit class we read several amazing stories and poems that at the heart speak about the oppression and suppression of woman throughout history. Another central theme however is the idea that God and Christianity has taken away freedom from women. The concept is that woman should reclaim their Self with a capitol S. they should reclaim their sexuality and embrace their imaginations and sexuality with no bounds. Any boundary is a hindered to the "Self". This was very grievous because although it is terribly true that woman have and continue to be denied self expression , we should not however blame God for human wickedness. And to retaliate embrace not just creativity and imagination but embrace rebellion against God.Not realizing that true life, true identity is and freedom is found in knowing Christ. So i decided to write a response to the poem "Eve by Dorothy Livesay because it covers general themes we explored through the class. I pray God will heal our women and we can find solace and our desires rooted in his Truth.

'EVE' BY Dorothy Livesay

Eve

Beside the highway

at the motel door

              its roots

the last surviver of a pioner

                 orchard

miraculously      still

                bearing

A thud another apple falls

               I stop     and O

that scent, gnarled, ciderish

                with sun it

that woody pulp

                 for teeth and tongue

                 to bite and curl around

that spurting juice

                earth-sweet!

In fifty seconds, fifty summers sweep

              and shake me-

I an alive!      can stand

                up still

hoarding this apple in my hand.

Creative response to Eve p 595

Poison Apples

As you rush to reclaim

Everything you think

Is yours

Do you spill

With joy

Or are you hungry for more?

Are you sure your prize will keep you

Alive?

Is there something you do not know,

Feigning eyes?

About the fruit that grows grows

Sick

Deep

Out of your soul into hoarding palms?

And what if all the

Laws carved rough

In a slab of stone,

Were not to strike you,

Not to Leave you empty

scratched out and erased;

  

Oh no but instead to reveal

the richest of tastes?

you  will

Fall short.

You have;

Look at the scars on your knees and

Know more will come.

But friend,

To swallow

A healing cup filled with Grace-

Bought by a Lover’s clean blood

Purchased to clean you up­;

Oh------- the taste!

Enough to drop the poison apple,

Touching your lips.

Keep your Free hands open.

Let go to live let it go to

Live.