Lot’s wife looked back


knowing she would become
the salt all men crave,
the taste they wished on their tongue.

They broke her into pieces
to carry
on their fingers, their palms,
and in their pockets.








Janeen Pergrin Rastall lives in Gordon, MI, population 2. Her poetry has appeared in several publications including: The Raleigh Review, Prime Number Magazine, Referential Magazine, Heron Tree and The Michigan Poet. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her chapbook, In the Yellowed House will be published by dancing girl press in the summer of 2014.

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5 Responses to Poem by Janeen Pergrin Rastall

  1. Mark Edward Askren says:

    I like the poem on its artistic merits. Howver, I have a problem with the theology of the poem. It implies that Lot’s wife wanted to look back because she wanted to become “what all men crave.” And because she wanted this, she was destroyed by men who wanted exactly that from her. I have difficulty accepting this premise because there is nothing in the religious text that suggests Lot’s wife wanted this. Of course, we will never know the answer for sure. I don’t know of any evidence that suggests Lot’s wife may have been abused. According to scripture, Lot and his wife were faithful Jews.

  2. good poetry doesn’t necessarily need to be historically, or, in this case, biblically accurate.

    Goodtime Jesus

    Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-
    ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?
    A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled
    back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that. It was a beau-
    tiful day. How ’bout some coffee? Don’t mind if I do. Take a little
    ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.

    James Tate

  3. Janice says:

    Janeen, your poem is a marvel of condensed power. Bravo!

  4. Harry Owen says:

    Surely one of the joys of poetic imagination (indeed all imagination) is that it encourages us to look at things differently. This poem does it for me. Thank you.

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