Mary Magdalene

Merlot pleather queen,
cracks in her corset robes.
Thigh-high stockings
plucked from the laundromat.
She whistles to the bank
penny candy in her pocket.
Change rains from her tongue
baptizing the homeless.

Walks the streets in mismatched Payless
sauntering with blister heels.
Denim frays hide the secrets
that her gospel mouth won’t sing.
Find church pews 
in her Palm Sundays.
Reverend harlot goddess, 
the world burns between her thighs.

Let us pray.
Taste salvation 
on the sidewalk,
as she walks away.

Meaghan Rhymer

Reviews

[Nipplegrinder]

This is stunning!!! I don't know where to begin. The last lines of the first stanza, into the first lines of the second stanza, flawlessly crafted.
The modernization of a mythical character.
There is so much to revel in here.
I'm definitely a fan.

[Meaghan Rhymer]

This was incredibly helpful and so wonderful to devour, thank you.

[Relic]

This is pretty advanced poetry compared to a lot of what I see here. You have a skilled pen. Excellent poem. :)

[Meaghan Rhymer]

Thank you so much!

[Matthew Kult]

Heavenly Street walker. On her knees in prayer behind a dumpster

Amen

Matthew