Jacob and the Angel He knows he has done wrong and this is judgment: the massive figure hits him in the jaw – bare shoulder – solar plexus – winded, he staggers back – the wall rejects him steadily – and raising his hands to shield himself tries to summon courage – the salt grit in his blink and swallow all he can muster. It thwacks him again – he howls his answer No! (which is no answer) and his shadowy antagonist – the sound of endless rockfall – pummels him into the night. But Jacob has his vision blistered with sin as it is and wills himself to wrestle this dark god. They blunder into each other; muscles bulge and heat steams over them – they’re brothers fighting for their birth; survival’s jugular struggle (moon blinks at the scene’s punched cavities). It’s only when the sun’s slim glimmer ushers change that his angel holds him. Jacob and his great sustaining angel – captured as one sculpture in the dawn’s soft rain. Sarah Law Sarah Law is a poet and tutor living in London, UK. She has published five poetry collections, the latest of which, Ink’s Wish, was shortlisted for the East Anglian Book Awards in 2014. She’s interested in artistic representations of angels, among other things. Follow her on Twitter @DrSarahLaw
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Rifat Raees khan
10/24/2018 11:52:53 am
I like the helplessness of angel and then whole thing become brotherly fighting for survival. It reminds me Freud and Darwin. A rich and complex poem
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