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Lot’s Wife

July 24, 2008

I was weary
of obeying.

It was beautiful
to be crystalline.

When the rains came
I merged with them

my tears rushing
down the hillside

toward home.

by Ann E. Michael

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  1. eileen
    July 24, 2008 at 12:30 pm

    wow! really cool!

  2. Susan Weaver
    July 24, 2008 at 5:58 pm

    Lovely! How wonderful to have a different perspective on this heretofore one-dimensional woman…

  3. Lynnel Jones
    July 25, 2008 at 10:07 am

    Ann Michael’s poem Lot’s Wife is a fine example of poetry’s potential to help us find our own stories in the stories of others. When, as in this poem, the poet links to the riches inherent in a character we know, the wealth is all the greater. Good work, Ann!

  4. Nancy
    July 25, 2008 at 10:32 am

    It was beautiful
    to be crystalline. — lovely.

  5. Celia
    July 25, 2008 at 1:20 pm

    Gorgeous, sparse and moving. It is great to hear your voice.

  6. perry
    July 28, 2008 at 9:41 am

    oh very good… “toward home”.

    perfect.

  7. Dax
    August 1, 2008 at 3:00 pm

    This is a wonderful refiguring of the story. The language is concise, memorable. What a piece – it’s been fluttering about inside my head for days.

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