I would like to dedicate the poem I was talking about to Barrie... for what it's worth. I've thought about revising it reacently, but I think I will always leave it in the form I showed him, complete with the rather oblique quote at the top. It seems more fitting this way.
Here is the poem:
Mary Magdalene Receives the Sacrament.
“What, wretched woman? Feast?”
Euripides, “The Bacchae”
A crimson cushion props up my knees
Worn trainers leaving their impression –
The Homily talks of men acting straight
To impose on my Sunday afternoon.
(And all that homework left undone!
This, perhaps, no more fundamental.)
I wonder if it was the same for them,
All those squalid generations back:
Matthias yawns with a backward glance,
As Peter jangles his authoritarian passes,
And Mary Magdalene rolls her eyes,
At a Pauline gesture.
But horrifyingly, rather than a grin,
Comes scandal: my body, broken for you.
She, whose sin snapped that corpse,
Now suckles on its milk of life.
Once grief-shed tears now shine to joy.
A contrite heart melts,
St. Mary Magdalene, patron of sinners:
Pray for us.
And a link to the original thread:viewtopic.php?f=20&t=5089&hilit=Mary+Magdalene