Deflowered by Doubt: The Virgin Mary’s Apocrypha By Maureen Kingston

The memory of it returns to her in river tones, in brown beams and rafts of tongue in groove, the fresh staves tarred, barging rapids and waterfalls. She’d slipped out at dawn, thirsty and goose-bumped, proud to be plumeless, proud her faith was scattered in the wind. At the watering hole she sipped stout, hummed rebel hymns, toasted the loss of hoods and veils and all the vatic trappings of certainty. And she offered praise, too: to Vulcan, that Roman stud, and his polymer progeny, for the balloon-thin boundary between obeying and not.

© 2015 Maureen Kingston

Maureen Kingston is an assistant editor at The Centrifugal Eye. Her poems and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in B O D Y, Gravel, IthacaLit, So to Speak, Stoneboat, Stone Highway Review, Terrain.org, and Verse Wisconsin. A few of her prose pieces have also been nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart awards.

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