crumbling lady edifices crucifix


Dark-vowelled smoking columns aspire ruin

as dust-tongued, forested roof caves innavely;

water-spoken island surrenders to timbers

of flamed and lillified heaven-circling pyre.


Aghast of tragedy, fire-dwarfed gargoyles are

hearting a tear-culled Paris in hymnally tone

to dignify bell-voiced ash of towering ages;

above rubble, The King’s cross, power-gilded stands.



Linking to dVerse poetics with Laura Bloomsbury and loving the hyphenate-coined words by poet Dylan Thomas (as featured in my poem).

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sabio Lantz
    Apr 18, 2019 @ 16:46:45

    Nicely captured !


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Apr 18, 2019 @ 14:54:36

    There is something so sad and unique with a burning cathedral… thankfully it seems like most will be saved.


  3. msjadeli
    Apr 18, 2019 @ 14:25:12

    That middle line is so potent, with the flames circling around the “heaven” of the cathedral. Great word choices.


  4. Laura Bloomsbury
    Apr 18, 2019 @ 06:04:21

    interesting shape to your poem and a sad but current theme.Excellent use of the word compounds here:
    “water-spoken island surrenders to timbers
    of flamed and lillified heaven-circling pyre;”


  5. areadingwriter
    Apr 18, 2019 @ 04:11:02

    aaaah. such a vivid tribute capturing the horror of the event.


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