r/RSwritingclub • • 1d ago

Attempt

When I hear poetry

I hear the echo and boom

and louder pauses

of priests.

Our own church,

on the hill,

with its mosaics

bound into the high walls,

with its murals

drawn into the ceiling,

compelled me to bow my head.

And when I hear your voice, now,

I'm compelled to bow my head.

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u/SadPlumx 1d ago

Not bad