a parody of Silt Whisper by Ailbhe Darcy
That summer everyone stopped being wild:
we learned his rules, left town to burn.
Smoke filled air. Bodies lay unturned.
The wrath of god was another high.
I had been a sinner in a polygamous glut,
craving sex, salt, instance, but now
Lot drew up lists; mapped out escape routes; shared
prophecies of doom; got the hell out.
The only record of that time the pillars of salt,
the memory of sight in cupped hands.
For a short while I paused to catch a breath:
I couldn’t help but look back.
The original poem by Ailbhe Darcy is called Silt Whisper. A beautiful poem which resonates with me as the speaker expresses a yearning for the past; a moment in time where she was able to simply enjoy the moment- it seems to have been a unique time which perhaps is lost now -just a memory difficult to ‘set down’. I am intrigued by the title Silt Whisper.
I enjoyed using the form, structure and voice of this poem to retell the Old Testament story of Lot and his wife who was turned into a pillar of salt for daring to look back on the burning city of Sodom. I saw parallels between the story and Darcy’s poem. I wonder why she looked back and what it was she was thinking when she did.
I thought I should explain because clearly this poem isn’t really my own work at all.
Please read the original poem here: Silt Whisper by Ailbhe Darcy