On Viewing Artemisia Gentileschi's "Lot and His
Daughters" at the Toledo Museum of Art

by Kenneth R. Morefield

Our mother lost, our father won't look back,
It falls on us to keep the flames at bay.
Our choice: swift death--or life upon the rack;
Immortal sin may purchase one more day.

The wine is not a tool to blunt his will,
It lets us look when we would flee from fire.
His stupid smile a yet more bitter pill,
Eve's curse renewed; all blamed on our desire

Second Place Winner in the Poems for Books Contest

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