Welcome to my National Poetry Month project for 2026, where I am playing with poetry by generating poems in playful ways. Today's poem was inspired by Paint Chip Poetry.
They called each other friends in Eden’s shade
where nothing hid and every fruit was free
there was no hint their trust would ever fade
They laughed at all the easy choices made
till one sly snake said, “taste and you will see”
they called each other friends in Eden’s shade
One bite, and suddenly the truth would wade
through blame — “Not me, not me! It must be thee!”
there was no hint their trust would ever fade
Their easy bond at once began to jade
their pointing fingers no one could foresee
they called each other friends in Eden’s shade
The garden watched as fault lines were displayed
as laughter soured to brittle irony
there was no hint their trust would ever fade
Expelled, they trudged where once they’d idly played
now less as friends than awkward company
they called each other friends in Eden’s shade
there was no hint their trust would ever fade
The gorgeous tapestry above, called The Garden of Eden, can be found at The Met.
For fun, I also wrote a limerick.
There once were close friends, Eve and Adam,
who wandered God’s bright, blooming garden.
But one fateful bite
turned their laughter to spite—
and trust slipped away as they hardened.
Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.
