You should know
that I was real.
A good girl
waiting for the driver
to pull up to the awning,
my father’s money in the handbag
I held tight against my body.
In those days,
I looked at nothing but royal Alexandria
and the mirrors in long hallways
that told me how the city saw me,
soft-fingered and spoiled.
But then I started thinking.
“I have a lot on my mind,”
I told my parents.
“And I think that I do not, after all,
want to marry any of those foolish boys.”
I wanted to sacrifice myself
for an impossible love.
I dreamt that I married Jesus,
in the mystical skies above ancient Egypt.
Things really changed after that.
I let the music and poetry
shine my feet away
from the dust and stones.
My heart silenced
the nobility of liars,
including my own.
I read Greek philosophy
in the back seat of the limo,
and spoke just a little too freely
to the driver and the ambassador
on the way to the reception.
By the time I cornered the king,
to tell him everything
that he was doing wrong,
I knew what was coming.
I wasn’t aiming for martrydom,
but I was the bride of Christ
in a kingdom of deception.
I had turned the mirrors
outward.
By the time it came,
I had soldiers, philosophers, and the queen
on my losing side.
I remember that
my feet were cold in prison.
I remember that the wheel burst apart
as my virgin body embraced it.
I remember the last stroke
of the blade.
I remember the angels carrying me
to an impassable place
in the heights of Sinai.
Where I spent myself
in wisdom, eternity, and mercy seeking.
Copyright Kay Winter
I debated whether to say this or not, but its the only thing I can really say. Holy Crap!
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LOL! That fits perfectly! Thanks for reading.
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Wow, what an interesting poem. I love the use of historical first person perspective and dig those crazy saints!
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Thanks! It was fun to write it that way.
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