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