His chapel fell into flowers long ago;
the city planted them, repaved the ash
dust, scoured pilasters, placed
benches and a picnic table right there
where the matchstick pews marched
headlong into the bombs.
Next to the climbing ivies, the morning
glories yawn blue and pink, a horseshoe
hung over the door below the cross
to catch its falling graces.
NaPoWriMo 13: Dubie.
9 comments:
Local council knows all the right moves...
Nice one. Love the surprise of "yawn."
I like the contrast of the central couplet compared to the regeneration of the rest.
Great response to the prompt. I used the same line.
Excellent piece Nathan - engaging and thought provoking. …keep the NaPoWriMo 2010 energy flowin’…
…rob
Image & Verse
Beautiful, beautiful imagery. Expertly done.
so. a real place with real flowers, which makes "headlong into the bombs" even stronger.
I do like the falling graces, too.
Nathan,
Beautiful imagery!
Pamela
a most enjoyable response to the line chosen... poem..
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