By James Lipson
He lingers from dawn to dusk without fail, taking care that not a grain of salt falls. Alone. He has no life, no hobbies, no desires. There is nothing else, only the crystalline reminder of a time long since passed.
He made a promise to a young girl he didn’t keep, a promise he couldn’t break to that which remained behind.
Tender and gentle he strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. His love would melt with the rains were he to falter.
All there is left for Lot is the statue, his once-living sculpture, his now silent wife.
Well done! Quite poetic and beautifully written.
Thank you Tracie!
An original thought, well-executed
Thank you so much Cathy!
So unique. Beautifully written.
Thank you Peggy, your kind words are uplifting.
An imaginative idea for a poem. Heartbreakingly sad. Congratulations
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, thank you Denise!
So sad in the way it shows how a memory is only that and can never be real again. Well done.
Thank you Michael, I’m glad the story reached you.
“Why did you you have to look back?!” Nice! A very fitting and interesting sequel subplot to an ancient text. Next up: Job.
Thank you J.! To be fair, we all would have looked back.