Weird Poetry

On some days,

I’m a Cathedral

With jeweled lightspilling stained glass rosettas,

Soaring heavenpulled pinnacles, flying buttresses and ornamented gables,

Teeth-baring gargoyles standing guard, deflecting evil, and spouting rain water,

Façades to the North, East and South, and a sky-scraping two-towered Westwork,

And a triptych of mullioned portals with dwarfing archways

But with no doors

Into the nave within

And the silent cloistered garden

Hidden deeper still.




*** The architect should be fired. Also, I just learned a lot about Gothic architecture. ***

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