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Silent Heart
by Marty Kay
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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A young man weeps at his mother's grave after he realises she was sent to a Magdalen Laundry for conceiving him out of wedlock.


The years mellowed me.
Time somehow slipping and sliding,
staunched the flow of festered memories
that prized us apart.

Now I understand.
Hunched before your polished marble headstone,
the ice-cold burn of self-reproach still blistering,
I’ve come to know the sorrow of your soul.

In an age of grim oppression,
your womb still warm from the bliss of birth,
they snatched the baby from your bursting breasts,
and sold it to the highest bidder.

Your screams ignored,
you wept in windowless rooms,
where darkness drained your dreams,
and hunger hugged the endless drudgery.

Those bloodless brides of Christ,
failing to grasp the gospel of their groom,
forced you to suffer,
in the steam-filled silence of sanctification.

Shaved and shamed
you stooped your shoulders to the stainless steel sinks
brimming with dirty sheets and the sacred surplice
of those who sentenced you.

I thought you had forsaken me.
Fallen woman, a number for your name,
they branded you unclean and hid your beauty
behind barbed wire fences and pointed bars.

But rest in peace, Mother.
For I am the voice they tried to terminate,
the searing memory of your silent heart

And now I remember much forgetfulness.

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviewed by Janna Hill 9/8/2011
So poignanat. You've dared to throw back the drapes and expose the holy dagger.
Janna
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 2/10/2010
Very touching poetry...a sad story of the cruelty women in days of old were subjected to...and they called themselves "Christians"..


Anna
Reviewed by Carin Spirit 12/25/2009
This is a Heartwrenching story. You are the gift and your mother knew that.

Be Well Always, Carin'
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER 12/24/2009
Failing to grasp the gospel of their groom, indeed, most, fail to grasp Jesus gospel even still do today, only in different ways, this poem surely tears at the heart, you have given voice to a loving soul, yours. You certainly know his message, one of them, let those that throw the first stone, some even want to better then Christ, but they forget the loving and forgiving part, Judgement though there is lot's of, that which stems from the old religion, even today! Blessings! Jasmin Horst
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