I don’t usually write poetry. I have written a short poem that I’d value feedback on please. I’d also love to open conversations about the narrative itself found in 2 Samuel 13.
Tamar
Muffled whispers peal,
though they think I do not hear.
Yet none dare speak up,
far less do I.
Oh, that I might wish to die.
The day is spent.
I wait,
for time to turn back its hand,
though I know it will not.
Might I have saved my life?
Oh, that he would remember me.
The colourless horizon stretches,
like the coming days,
I will surely know.
Still it rains; still the skies are grey,
as I wish I were,
that he had never
looked upon me.
Wool mockingly adorns,
clinging where love
now never will.
My skin remembers,
though my heart tries not.
Fine linen, colour, hope.
Torn and discarded,
even as I am.
Even my body knows,
this does not belong to me.
I scratch at my wrists,
where linen once brushed its lips.
Where I was held,
gripped,
tight.
Moody clouds brood,
in this darkened sconce.
He skulks — eyes black,
vacant.
He comes and goes,
though I stay.
Always, I stay.
He shouts into the bleak,
with fitful sleep.
And daybreak persists,
of which I choose no part.
Rays bleed into darkness
As silence
continues,
with her testimony.
Footnote - Poem is based on the defilement of Tamar by her half brother and the aftermath for HER which is not depicted in Scripture. It is based on a Biblical narrative of one of King David’s daughters, who disappeared from Scripture after the incident took place.