02-17-2025, 02:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2025, 03:20 PM by RiverNotch.)
Four Women
First there was the woman
who had to play the harlot,
who had to trim herself
in thick and gaudy hues
so that she may assert
her few rights as a woman,
so that she may seduce
the father of her two
since-departed husbands.
Then there was the harlot
who plied her trade along
the walls of Jericho,
who found and hid the spies
that, in their righteousness,
promised she’d be saved
from the coming storm,
the genocide they brought,
if only she’d repent,
if only she would wed
one of them, as she
was likely known as harlot
only because she was
a migrant, a foreign woman.
Then came this foreign woman
whose lot went worse than harlot
when, during a famine,
with neither son nor brother,
her husband died of fever,
this woman forced to move
as she grieved, forced to glean
first from the meager harvest
of her fellow migrants,
then from the copious leavings
of her fellow widows
and widowers, then finally
from the roll of widows
and widowers themselves.
Finally came this woman
who had a migrant husband,
whose king first made her harlot
then widow then wife then mother
of his son, his successor,
his surpasser in saintly wisdom
and count of foreign wives,
while he became a hero,
an icon of repentance,
and she remained no more
than woman, wife, and mother,
the last of the four women
mentioned by Saint Matthew
in his Holy Gospel
before the Ever-Virgin.
First there was the woman
who had to play the harlot,
who had to trim herself
in thick and gaudy hues
so that she may assert
her few rights as a woman,
so that she may seduce
the father of her two
since-departed husbands.
Then there was the harlot
who plied her trade along
the walls of Jericho,
who found and hid the spies
that, in their righteousness,
promised she’d be saved
from the coming storm,
the genocide they brought,
if only she’d repent,
if only she would wed
one of them, as she
was likely known as harlot
only because she was
a migrant, a foreign woman.
Then came this foreign woman
whose lot went worse than harlot
when, during a famine,
with neither son nor brother,
her husband died of fever,
this woman forced to move
as she grieved, forced to glean
first from the meager harvest
of her fellow migrants,
then from the copious leavings
of her fellow widows
and widowers, then finally
from the roll of widows
and widowers themselves.
Finally came this woman
who had a migrant husband,
whose king first made her harlot
then widow then wife then mother
of his son, his successor,
his surpasser in saintly wisdom
and count of foreign wives,
while he became a hero,
an icon of repentance,
and she remained no more
than woman, wife, and mother,
the last of the four women
mentioned by Saint Matthew
in his Holy Gospel
before the Ever-Virgin.