Jephthah’s Daughter
you might have heard my story though couldn’t have known it was me you might have heard my story an only daughter of a mighty king young with hair long and shiny pampered in the palace with wants and luxury never spared a wish then as men do my father, the king took arms not sure against whom he had vowed on his triumphal return that the first one to greet him would be offered to his god the glory of his almighty requires that gift I’m just a nameless girl you might have heard my story It was just bad luck that I rushed to greet him while he came down the road you might have heard my story just a nameless girl sacrificed on the altar of a mighty god unnamed but not spared you might have heard my story Post Script Jephthah’s daughter was remembered by the daughters of Israel who every year lament her death the death of a nameless girl Bio: Tova Beck-Friedman is a visual artist, filmmaker, writer and poet. In recent work she fuses poetry and moving images to create cine-poems. Her work has been shown internationally in film festivals, museums, galleries and on television. Her poems have been published in Whispers and Echoes magazine, Extinction Rebellion Creative Hub and Fevers of the Mind. http://tbfstudio.com https://www.facebook.com/tova.beckfriedman twitter: @tbfstudio