I’m grateful for old cathedrals.

Oh dear. I owe two days now! *alarmed noise*

I think I’ll try the NaPoWriMo prompt for one of them, and do two tomorrow:

Peter Roberts has been participating in NaPoWriMo for several years now at his blog, Masonry Design. He has the charming and odd distinction of having only written poems about masonry. Today, I challenge you to do the same (for one day, at least), and to write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall.

Cold, high stone arches
Make a mute, ringing silence…
Profound silence that
Pulls the angelic voices up
And ringing to the skies
Like a bell…
Arches that send the wills
Of generations soaring.
Cold, stone walls
Infused with centuries of
Wishes, whispered prayers, wails,
Pleas, bargains, desperate cries…
Such old stone,
Layered with ages
Of swung frankincense and myrrh…
Soaring, sweeping pillars
Echo a thousand cantors,
Hum with a million shy voices…
Old, old stone
Pregnant with candle wax and flame
Of the Virgin Mary.