The 2River View Authors • Poems • PDF • Past Issues • 2River |
Jill Bergkamp
Lot’s Daughters They had wanted to stoop, carry their mother but their father was calling them They found a place dark with stalactites and shadows. There was of girl-children. Daughters, who whispered among themselves, drew their stories on the walls, poured wine for their father
Rebekah’s Blessing Jacob nursed gently, held to my breast to find sticks, or play games of battle but I knew that something happened once walk near a mountain without trembling. from Esau’s body, sloughed skin in his brother’s scent. who would sacrifice one son
|