Mary of Magdala, the words spin easily off the tongue,
was seven times torn within, had no centre
from which the flag of self could fly: it was
in tatters Jesus found her, before he dealt
with seven demons and made way for her life.
And so it was she simply followed him,
God’s gosling taking to the air. She was
the night walker of the Song of Songs, searching
for him in the morning darkness,
and finding Him was the first to proclaim Him
to the frightened patriarchy, and continues still
today to ruffle starched minds embarrassed
by what great love gets up to next.
Cathal (Charles) Lagan