From the Shipwreck

Gold will rise. For monarchs most catholic

an edifice of soaring peace, limitless idea

gilded silence, echo-stone, hidden art

O stranger, let your heart-breath

bless the spirits who bought this spire

these airy arches, color-stained

patterns unceasing below the altar

Forget not our bones beneath the sea

and pray for our souls before you sail

 

Inspired by We Drink Because We’re Poets, Poetry Prompt #6: Write a reverse acrostic using one or more of selected words. My choices were shipwreck and cathedral…but I gave up on shipwreck, sorta.

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