Our Lady Of The Six O'clock Shadow Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Our Lady Of The Six O'clock Shadow



FOR SAINT WILGEFORTIS

The first bad-ass bitch with a beard
Ignored her booty to become a saint:
She took no mind folk thought her weird
And traded beauty to emancipate.

A virgin queen with curls and stubble
Men loved her curves but grew deterred
By ticklish fuzzy follicle trouble
Whose closer shaves would best go unobserved.

She was a feminist with cheeks remembered
As prickly though she didn't give damn,
And happily with shades of growth encumbered
Her holy hirsute face dissed cute and glam.

Princess of the shadow and the cross
Remember me as I bewail your loss.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: saint
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According to a medieval legend, a beautiful young Portuguese noblewoman called Wilgefortis, who had become a Christian, was promised in marriage by her father to a pagan king. To thwart the unwanted wedding, she took a vow of virginity, and prayed that she would be made repulsive to deter her suitor.

In answer to her prayers she sprouted a beard, which ended the betrothal. In rage at her disobedience, Wilgefortis's father had her crucified.

The cover illustration is the painting by Hieronymus Bosch (1497) that has been generally known as ‘The Crucifixion of St Julia'. However, recent cleaning of the painting has uncovered a light beard on the face of the crucified beauty and it is now thought to represent St Wilgefortis.
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