Tessa, About Lot’s Wife

The dream is non-committal.
It’s like a cartoon–reversals
and misfortunes do not gain
any foothold. Perhaps that’s
fortuitous? No?

Surely better than turning back?
So immobile then, as Lot’s wife
practicing the art of love,
sketching it out, on the spot,
frozen and immobile,
rooted darkly

in the past. Nooooo!
Yes, hummed the storyteller,
tapping his pedantic foot
and sucking greasy fingers
taut on the keys, saying
poignantly, isn’t it beautiful.

Prompt: So this dream that you have, is it real? Try to think for a moment and maybe ponder alongside Langston Hughes’s poem, “Dreams.”

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Is love frozen? Surely not. It’s the most alive thing. Let your poem explore it.


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