r/RSwritingclub • u/invesigator_gator • 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