I had forgotten how luminous you become
When late morning light filters through,
forgotten the neon brightness of your halo,
which might seem gaudy except for the languor
of your impossibly tall body, Barbie
redesigned by Botticelli.
The placard declares that your image
Mimics a window in Christ Church Cathedral.
But you remained secular, graced
a private dining hall, playing pipe organ
in your translucent blue gown,
surrounded by painted glass pomegranates.
No use beseeching your mercy —
historians discredit your legend. Your
5th century martyrdom cannot be confirmed.
But what do we care, you and I,
on this April day in Princeton,
as the fragrance of music enfolds us.
Wright, a professional storyteller, is currently enrolled in the MA program in creative writing at Monmouth University.
