Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Il Duomo

by Paul Sleight

to stop by the aery swagger
of this façade in spellbound lustres
of rose bled marble and such
dazzles of supernal spires to see
the hubris of this masquerade
that whips a shimmering cloak
over empty threats and pulls at
the yoke of our mortal dread and think
that if an earthly power moved
this stone then what bold new
horizons might be drawn if we
revered this one life just the same

Added: 30.04.2009