The Defiance -

Unhampered with the blemish of this dark
heaven, the moon bathed her lavender pale.
From bleached sins scribed in the book of a Kell,
she will tell her tale to the meadowlark.

"Tonight I am not rinsed in blame, and I
will name the man in the moon, William Yeats,
as I open these Cathedral gates
of rune, renouncing this Magdalene lie.

I have brought you willow wisps, a girl soul
of feminine light bangling Irish hips.
Jesus blessed angles on my Gaelic lips
with a dream of innocence, soon to foal.

As I kiss the pearls of my rosary,
God's laugh, water for your profanities.

This eve the bells sing in sweetest discant
the whole of our nudity. A ring,
fresh linens finely set unashamed, bring
in their alabaster breasts a new chant.

No prattles of virgin prayers. Rattles
burned in lye, a yearn that we will die
as we lived is this canticle, and I
sing the song of free women, not chattel."

Unhampered with the blemish of this dark
heaven, the moon bathed her lavender pale.
From bleached sins scribed in the book of a Kell,
she will tell her tale to the meadowlark.

Sing lark of "The Magdalene Laundries"
and of those things that will always haunt me ...

"On this night, April 5, in the year of our Lord, 1895, We, the high court of Ireland, with the grace, and blessing of The Most High Church, and our Lord, and Saviour sentence you Renny O Laighin to a life of servitude on behalf of The Magdalene Laundries, and our Beloved Sisters of Charity for the sins of fortification, pregnancy out of wedlock, and suspicions of deviant behavior. Do you have anything to say in your behalf?"

Renny listened with a mixture of sadness at the ignorance of the people around her, and also with a sense of contempt. She, being a doctor, had been taught by her fine "uncle" that ignorance was to be pitied, and gently removed from the rugged landscape of Ireland. Easy enough one would think. But when a people had little else to hang their hats upon other then their embedded superstitions, " gentle " is often violently removed from the process of education. Renny's full mauve lips smirked in the face of such self-righteousness. She stood her full six feet, proud, unyielding,and stared straight into the face of her judge. Renny's clear emerald eyes ( Witch's eyes, he thought ) unnerved the judge. His need to subdue her was not sated nor would it ever be, as Renny offered her wrists with the final words, "He, who is without sin, cast the first stone."
And stoned is exactly what that gallery of people wanted to do as she turned, only to reveal she was about five to six months pregnant.

"You would think her being a doctor, she would know how to take care of such things, and not get herself into such a mess " an obviously frustrated woman whispered into the ear of the gentleman sitting next to her. The well groomed man of apparent means replied matter of factly as he rose to leave, "She wants the child." The woman did not hear his words, too busy gossiping to the woman on the other side of her, as the man looked into Renny's eyes before he departed . Renny simply smiled.