WOMAN OF MY LOT

 

I am Lot’s wife
A woman 
without a name
least none remembers

Behind every great man
There was a great Woman
but only remembrance
without a name

A wife indeed yet 
devoted mother of daughters 
a daughter myself – duly noted
an ancient – traditional – yet modern woman

Unlike a man
I reflected – looked – glanced – back 
upon our memories & past
Did I leave the iron on?

Ye are the salt of the earth

Nurturer
Simple substance 
Sustenance
Nourishment

Yet left alone – abandoned
clinging on a cliff
feral – forgotten
A mere deer-lick

 

 

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TERRENCE SYKES

 

 


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