Lost Heroines
Lost Heroines
Anna K. had her train
Virginia her river Ouse
Emma B. chose poison
And Janice heard
and succumbed to
the false seduction
of her lethal needle.
So many distraught, gifted souls
Lost in that far country
Unable to find the thread
that could lead them back
Dancing recklessly to the precipice
Until that Orphic siren is too stong to resist
and lures them like a lover to the
waiting abyss
With ashes and sackcloth
I enter the temple seeking solace
from their haunting refrain
alone, alone, so utterly alone.
So my prayer like the psalmist's supplication
rises like incense to an unknown god
"Rescue me from the darkened
shades of Sheol."
At least abandon me not
to the fate of such gifted, isolated women
For who can love you, adore you, worship you
When our last hope is eclipsed
by the deep that calls unto the deep?
Ora pro nobis Anna, Virginia, Emma, and Janice
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