Whosoever drinketh – Charley/Petru Challenge

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November 5, 2017 by petrujviljoen

[Here comes she, bearing her plight.]

(A man!  Will his words carry sugar
as does all the rest?)

[She suffers more than she needs.
Her exclusion from the throng

her own guilt]

(A Jew!  Why is he waiting here,
and at this hour?)

[Her heart remains open – Thank
you, Father!]

(I cannot face him.  He must know
that I am an outcast.  Perhaps
if I ignore him.)

[She cannot know that I am here
to bring her back into the world
of the living.]

(Maybe he will ignore me.)

“Will you give me some water?”

‘’Will you give me some water?’’

(A woman, mocking. Me!)

[He’s waiting. He chose the well,

a woman’s place. He does not (yet)

know I’m a Sibyl, taught by the

Matriarchs who came before me.

He’s here for what I can give him.]

(I’m in danger. And

the disciples bore me. That look of

compassion … half a smile.

An intellect … She knows!)

[We share a father, Israel, a mother also,

Ethiopa. The ones whose well I (we) use. He has

need, his heart will open.]

(A Samaritan!

Honour, respect … I listened.)

[He will suffer much. His ambition will be

his exclusion. Consolation won’t suffice

here. Yes, in answer, husbands I’ve had,

many. Bah! I can’t be ruled.]

(I expected consolation, even memory

and got philosophy. Here are the

disciples …)

[I’ll leave the water jug. They can draw

water for themselves. Ignorants! I’ll

draw from Life when I need again.]

(I have to go. I have a cross to bear.)

[I am]

(I am)

Jilly – Casting Bricks to Attract Jade – a platform for poetic challenges. And Challenges. I met this one.