Mary Magdalene Poem by Leo Yankevich

Mary Magdalene

Rating: 5.0


When Mary washed his feet he didn't stare
down like an ordinary man. No lust
blazed in his eyes, although her milky bust,
thighs and neck were there for him. Her hair
brushed his calves, her hands reached past his knees.
She was just doing what she'd always done.
It was still early. Her lips had just begun.
Her earthly thoughts commingled with the breeze.
He focused on what was to come: his trial,
his torture and his death. He didn't want it,
rebuking Mary with a gentle smile.
She covered up with sorrow and a veil.
And I sign my name beneath this sonnet,
a man who lusted and who knew her well.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tamara Beryl Latham 16 October 2019

You take liberties, Leo. Scripture does not confirm Mary Magdalene was a prostitute.

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Tamara Beryl Latham 16 October 2019

You take liberties, Leo. Scripture does not confirm Mary Magdalene was a prostitute.

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Paul Amrod 09 March 2017

Hi Leo This one borders on macho, But I still like it for its boldness, Paul

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