For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #152
plop, wicker, green, bottle, city, strips, small
apple, dust, tower, slack, squeeze, fuss
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry
Eve of Escape
She plopped small green bottle
on dusty wicker nightstand, causing
fuss of detritus to tower up, then
gently drift toward floor. Squeezing
nose, refusing to sneeze, forced
herself to relax, her body to slacken,
on sagging motel bed.
Using an old army knife, cut strips
of fresh crisp apple, bringing each one
slowly to her lips. Grinned while thinking
of ancient rebellious Lilith, and contemplating
overdue escape from city of birth. Anywhere
on earth, even dangerous Sea of Reeds,
would have to be better.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/16/14
Notes: March is Women’s History Month. I usually try to write something of Herstory during that time period. The story of Lilith has always fascinated me. She is a myth created to explain the two different versions of the Creation story in the Bible. She was said to be Adam’s first wife, who rebelled because he refused to give her equal status. She ran away to the Sea of Reeds (considered to be inhabited by dark demons) and refused to return, even when petitioned by heavenly angels. Thus Eve enters, the so-called obedient wife. The word list allowed me to at least hint at one small part of Lilith’s story.
The image is one of my Journey Stones, made from polymer clay. Normally, I carved words into the stones and used them for writing exercises in my classroom. When this stone was completed, I saw a woman reclining in shadowy darkness and immediately named her Lilith (her name means “from the darkness“).