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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Herstory in an acrostic

So, here is another one, I had fun doing the research.


Witch? Enchantress?

Stop to consider
that she was

Just 17, the Maid
of Orleans, she was
attired in white armor
nudged by heavenly voices, she

ordered her sword from St. Catherine, the rust
fell away from its five emblazoned crosses.

Accompanied by her mother
                  and brothers, she offered
reverence to King Charles, this virgin
covered in saintly blood.

She foresaw her death--
a green girl like white powder
smoking in fire.

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