Just a start - will edit after this “rests” for a while – the writing prompt was:
“Don’t count on Lot’s wifeher salty kiss only brings
copious tears …”
What the salty kiss brings
cannot be reduced to wordsor images.
It stays beneath the tongue for years,
through mornings and evenings,even at noon when we are alone.
Its shadow dwells in sunny corners,
beneath the accusation of silent quilts under our neatly made beds.
The saline kiss lingers
in the dust where we return,in the sand that is part of us.
It hovers inside our dark hair,
gnaws at the marrow of tomorrow,courses like tears of blood.
Its backward glance
hovers close to our lips,close to our death.
You inspired me. Thanks! I'm going to give it a try.
ReplyDeleteThanks Granny Sue - I know you can do - so get started.
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