Cinnamon Asthenosphere 3

[owinogourd]

The Gospel of the Ficus
By S. E. Price

My name was Carica
I was of the family Moraceae
Whose daughters stretched
Across the land
I belonged to no one
Growing by the wayside
Ways of wild young women
Ripe with innocence
Holding laughter in my hand
I was all that men find lovely
The long sweet tangle of my hair in sway
Above tanned limbs;
My grace was glory
My head

Comments

[ericbair]

I had to read this through twice before I figured out what you were talking about. Very cool. :) (I'm pretty sure that the passage in question was intended to be allegorical, but I suppose that's not really the point. :) ) Thanks for sharing this.

[owinogourd]

Glad you like it. Yeah, going with a "the Bible is literal and inerrant" approach provides much more fertile material to creatively write from. This story has always bothered me, always seems a little OOC for the Jeez-meister, so I figured I'd make a go of it from a different perspective and take some artistic/poetic liberties with the messianic figure.

[ericbair]

First, the phrase "Jeez-meister" made my morning. Just had to say that. :D