Mother

Rizpah marked mother’s day

as any other, sitting on her sackcloth

in grim imitation of a picnic blanket,

strewn about with the bones of her sons,

watching hope deteriorate, refusing

to let it be picked clean in the face

of overwhelming evidence


Image Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org 

Rizpah keeps watch in the tranquil night over the decaying bodies of her sons. Mezzotint by R. Dunkarton and J.M.W. Turner, 1812, after the latter.

Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

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