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Our Lady

Notre Dame

By Suze KayPublished 3 years ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
Our Lady
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Notre Dame has burned today. Our lady of sorrow,

Of culture, of burned. Glow through the night, flames,

Through glass we cannot make again.

The spring sun gleams in Manhattan glass,

Even as damp cold drops unfurl me. Make my skin

Bead with rain like tulip leaves at sunrise.

Her spire falls. She is amputated, her ovum

Smoked. Melted goblets pooled and curled in

Ash across the transept.

Glory be to our lady, burning brightly. Alleluia,

Sing her bones to life. It is a holy weekend,

She will rise again.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Suze Kay

Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.

Find here: stories that creep up on you, poems to stumble over, and the weird words I hold them in.

Or, let me catch you at www.suzekay.com

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  • Caroline Jane2 months ago

    I remember this. Such a devastating moment. What a gorgeous tribute and homage.

  • That was such a heartbreaking time, though still etched with the hope you express here, even as she burned.

  • Shirley Belk2 months ago

    Agree with all!!

  • JBaz2 months ago

    This deserves more reads. An absolute wonderfully written ode

  • Hannah Moore2 months ago

    This is, indeed, criminally under read, and spectacularly written. Fantastic find.

  • Rene Peters2 months ago

    This is beautifully written!

  • Rachel Deeming2 months ago

    What a fitting tribute to her demise. Wrote with reverence as is only right.

  • Celia in Underland2 months ago

    Beautifully written. Such a loss of heritage but what it symbolised will continue regardless 🤍

  • River Joy2 months ago

    This is absolutely beautiful and heartwrenching. I remember the day it burned this so accurately encompasses the feelings around it.

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