About This Author

Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.

Feudal Cathedral

Like flesh of a long-dead bard,
An ancient conclave crumbles,
A squalid mossy basilica,
Eroded by the tide of time.
Lapidary of a musty sanctuary,
Once a Goliath of worship.
Now freckled with decay,
Illegitimate, lifeless, and still.

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