don’t look back

climbing up steep

bare hillside from

the verdant jordan

river valley below,

two young disciples

find a stark white,

solitary statue atop

hill’s rocky terrain;

life-sized figure of

robed, middle-age

woman forever

paused mid-stride,

glancing regretfully

over her shoulder


pilgrims, startled by chance find,

circle her with low murmurs


“this is simply amazing, who knew?”

“such realistic details, sculpted by a master!”

“must be ancient yet so well-preserved”


one hiker touches lone pillar’s arm

and inspects grains rubbed off


“hmmm, smells like sulphur and tastes like salt”


companion blanches at sudden realization,

a discovery of biblical proportions.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sharplittlepencil
    Jan 08, 2015 @ 00:02:05

    Ooooh! Lot’s wife in all her glory! I loved this poem. And “ancient yet so well-preserved” is a phrase I expect I will overhear someday, hee hee. Thanks, Lynn, for stopping by my blog and commenting. I’ve had myriad computer problems, so sorry it took a little while to return the favor. Hope all is well. Keep up the great work! Amy


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