Notre Dame

In destruction, we will find strength

My body is made of flammable stone

a paradox in its own birth

a wooden crown atop 

goddesses in dressing gowns

sleeping to the sound 

of fire burning me to the ground,

I am swaying with the tears of my mother

hitting silently as they fall,

everything that made me special

also put me up in flames.

What a sight, 

all this destruction

pillars of smoke around my teeth, 

rosy cheeks as I’m lowered into the grave

because it is I

and I am one 

with the great Notre Dame 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Ally this is a beautiful sad sentimental poem about this tragedy.When I awoke this morning I thought the fire had been a terror attack and quickly turned on the news. I was glad to see that it hadnt been but nevertheless!!! what a tragic thing to happen. such history. I was only looking at travel things on France the other day on You tube and saw this marvellous architecture. i hope they can rebuild. thanks for this share its wonderful tribute to what is happening now. :(

[Askew]

I think this needed to be written. It's a sad piece of what will become history we all witnessed. Most famous and historical buildings that are demolished or damaged happened decades and centuries before our time, so it's odd to see it happen for ourselves. Not only is this beautiful, but it's important. Thank you.

[Richard M]

Dear Ally, A beautiful poem in such a tragically sad situation. Can't believe the history, the age of this landmark and this horrible news this morning. Thank you for rendering this beautiful poem in her memory. Beautifully and respectfully written.