Saint Joan Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Saint Joan



All males undone
by the Lady Son

The trumpets blared
her fire

An Earl first came
her wrath unchained

To Charles
her heart aspired

All kingdom come
to face Lady Son

But to hell
their souls were laid

As her legend grew
and from banners flew

The name Joan
—all hearts to pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)

Thursday, March 15, 2018
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