Saint
Lucy
Lucy of
light, patron of writers, what fun
To believe
you removed your own eyes
To deprive
a man of your beauty.
Today is
the shortest day.
We don
your white dress and red sash
And
remember how
You lay upon
a brothel floor
To be
defiled by pagans
As a
lesson to your virginity.
And when
the pagans were sated
You lay upon a
fire that did not burn
Until
martyred by a sword.
Tonight,
let your plated eyes
And wreath
of candles
Light our
dark and delicate dance.
© Jeff
Roberts, 2013
Image:
Jeff Roberts, 1954-
Saint Lucy,
2013
Mixed media assemblage
9” x 9”
Poem: © Jeff Roberts, 2013
