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.
3 thoughts on “From the Shipwreck”
Oh WOWZA–wonderfully ambitious, I’ll have to check this out, see if my brain can handle the challenge–thanks!
This one was tough. I did discover the online Scrabble word finder, very handy!
Ahhh, thanks for the tip, my friend!