Poetry Prompt Sunday 2

Prompt 2 guide words (courtesy of Nitin):

cathedrals

gargoyles

architecture

The rules are simple:

Use any or all of the guide words posted in an original poem or short story. You do not have to use the actual words, feel free to express what you feel from them or the featured image.

Post the poem in the comments section of each prompt. If you post the poem to your WordPress site, please credit The Literati Mafia for the prompt.

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13 Comments Add yours

  1. Linked back to this site as well, but here is what I came up with: https://chelseaannowens.com/2018/07/29/heavenly-upheaval/

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  2. Hope you enjoy;
    Sanctuary
    It stands tall for all to see
    The shepherd watching the flock
    A proud monument among cathedrals
    Strong, sturdy, secure, safe
    Its architecture built with
    Stone and iron, wood and glass
    Standing for the good of the people
    Withstanding the evil of demon kind
    And high on the parapets
    The guardians watch over and protect
    The unmovable Gargoyles
    Until moons rise, they awake

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    1. “Until moons rise, they awake”. I really like that line as the ending. Thank you for sharing!

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  4. Gelert says:

    Lovely twist.

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  5. Gelert says:

    (Untitled – suggestions welcome)

    Static.

    Confined to my quarters,
    pinned to a shirt,
    sprayed on a wall,
    nailed to a cross in the attic.

    Detritus in a breakers yard
    scattered on the floor
    stoic remains, defiant shard
    of a defeated jaw.

    I am static.

    Broken.

    Hung, drawn and quartered,
    dragged through the dirt,
    thrown to the wall,
    filled with a loss still unspoken.

    Naked to the open eye,
    Shamed before the law,
    Ground into dust like any lie
    Disposed pariah’s ore.

    I am broken.

    Powerless.

    Not fed or watered,
    Barely alert,
    hung in freefall,
    seeing the moss on the hourglass.

    For fear is as doomed to fail
    as grandeur to decline
    the seven devils of detail
    are waiting for their swine.

    I am powerless.

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    1. Wow. I really like the feel of this. Thank you for sharing!

      Like

  6. Gelert says:

    On “For when the bells of iron chime…”

    I like the inset rhyme in the last lines. If that sort of thing has any formal nomenclature then I’m happy to learn :-).

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