Gospel of Magdalene God, quilt me in winnowing sea-limbs. Under this greening thicket of touch. Want is syllabled; it shuns all language but whirling noons in the drawly moon- mouth that wishbone us. God, kilt me unto you as night pleats into frilled wait. Let me rake and rake the ruddy earth to myself. Lodge me somewhere in its hunger.
Letitia Jiju is an engineer and finance professional who has a penchant for exploring and retelling the divine and the mythological. Her poems have appeared/are forthcoming in Zero Readers, The Daily Drunk, Moist Poetry Journal, Acropolis Journal and Emirates Literature Festival. She serves as Poetry Editor at Mag 20/20. You can find her on Twitter/Instagram @eaturlettuce.
What a lovely write Letitia. A gorgeous opening that draws the reader right in. The play with words is beautiful too. it’s a lovely read aloud piece and I love how you’ve set it on the page. Fab opening and closing. Well done!
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