A Poem for Martha

A Heretic

robbed of her Adolescence

kneels in the Shadows 
gazing up at the Figure of a Saint

playing Secular Games 
in her head.

Is that saint as perfect a she seems?

Is she really a tragic and beautiful Persephone
doomed to live in darkness until the spring?

How about one half of a perfect "Romeo and Juliet? "

Could it be that she is an alluring 
but venomous
enchantress Circe

or even better, a bold and brazen hester pryne
a bright Scarlett Letter emblazoned on her chest?

Who knows.

But the hint of a smile in her face

turned upward 
as if towards the heavens

tells more than a story of piety and Lamentations

it tells a story of Revolt.