Feast of Mary Magdalen
The calling of Mary Magdalen ‘Mary’ I know that sound A stranger’s name Do you not see? Goodness gone Devoured Nameless ‘Go now’ Speaking – not to me. Eyes flash Claws bury into flesh Adamant A surge of rage And then, Gone. ‘Will you come?’ Foolish question. The light is not for me Dark space Unknowing, unknown A leper’s curse upon it I know my place. ‘I have called you’ A silhouette stands Against my soul’s daybreak Shadows scoured by sunlight ‘Did you not hear me, Mary? I have called you by your name You are mine.’ The 'Why' of Mary Magdalen She awoke from a curse of sleep; uncertain that she was truly awake or dreaming of a 'might have been' the demons had denied her. Keeping her eyes closed she waited for the shudder of reality and the shrill laughter that meant she was still forsaken. The world remained but still she did not open her eyes - she had become used to the dark - casting her...