This one I lay squarely at the feet of @PoetryOD, with her prompt of the picture below of @Sk8Liborius:
The nave is now a hymn of curves,
the altar tagged with loving lines.
This space has claimed what it deserves,
the nave is now a hymn of curves.
The belfry rings with rolling swerves,
and through the air Survival chimes.
The nave is now a hymn of curves,
the altar tagged with loving lines.
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| Sk8Liborious is a passion project preserving the oldest Neo Gothic Cathedral west of the Mississippi and transforming it in a community arts hub |
There was going to be a whole thing where pigeons were mentioned, but that may need to wait for another poem. 😄 (I was also going to call it Labour of Love or Libor of Love, and then I remembered that, for some reason, I’m sticking with single word titles this year, so...) This form is one of my yearly traditions: a triolet, which is – you guessed it – available in the Concrete and Repeating Poems Spreadsheet.
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