NOVEMBER PANTOUM

 

Under scaffold and stone, dreams rise,

Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood.

Locks click into place, bridges sag with unrequited love,

Her walls, once crumbling, sing of love reborn.

 

Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood,

Our Lady crowned anew with her sacred art.

Her walls, once crumbling, sing of love reborn,

Deep beneath, a wellspring flows to unlock the heart.

 

Our Lady crowned anew with her sacred art,

A phoenix adorned with checkered tiles below.

Deep beneath, a wellspring flows to unlock the heart,

Where pagans once came to heal and honor Mother’s glow.

 

A phoenix adorned with checkered tiles below,

Grey ashes replaced by ivory light at morn.

Where pagans once came to heal and honor Mother’s glow,

Her heart unlocked, now gleaming in the haze.

 

Grey ashes replaced by ivory light at morn,

Locks click into place, bridges sag with weight.

Her heart unlocked, now gleaming in the haze,

Under scaffold and stone, dreams rises anew.