Delilah, a bit of poetry

“And it came to pass afterward, that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah.” – Judges 16:4

In the valley of Sorek
on the banks of the Sorek
she knelt to draw water
she gracefully knelt.

The waters flowed before her
the river cooled her toes, her small ankles
as she stepped,
as she left prints in the sand.

Philistia’s daughter
Caphtor’s grandchild
drawing water now in desert land
in the valley of Sorek

She grew to catch
a wild man’s eye
she grew to snare
Sampson of Manoah.

Delilah.

She must have been beautiful.
She must have been brilliant.
Lives now only in the book of her enemies
Lost soul, byword, beautiful detail

And the Sorek flows on
Through the valley of Sorek.