Letter from Lot’s daughtershttps://i1.wp.com/barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/DSC_2273.jpg?fit=1920%2C1080&ssl=119201080Helen FreemanHelen Freemanhttps://barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/IMG_5618_2-e1539635765629.jpg
Sheep-counters, camel-conquerors, gods-over-
seed-planters, grape-stompers, shawl-weavers,
sealed-secret-keepers, border-crossers –
childhood was such a blast.
But if one evening now, as you light a farthing rushlight
under the fly-sheet of your present tent, darker memories
surface, please Dad, don’t blame us for the wine. We had
no choice, no seed but yours.
Your offspring grow in utero no longer. Our sons,
our half-brothers whittle arrows, murder birds, thunder.
Can you see sheet-lightning on your boundary hill?
The crops fail over here and the vines spoil.
We still wear those shawls,
but they’re unravelling.
Helen has been published in several online magazines and supplements including Corbel Stone Press, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Clear Poetry, Algebra of Owls, Ground Poetry, Your One Phone-call, Open mouse and Sukoon. She lives in the Arabian Gulf and Edinburgh.