So I ended up writing a poem in honour of Notre Dame being saved. I submitted it to a magazine, let’s see what happens!
A Spark
What is there to be said of such an aftermath?
Items pulled from the body of God saved by the hand of man.
A different spark alight on the bridges of Paris
As people breathed in yellow smoke to witness history.
Now what looks like hell is sometimes physics,
And no cut tree can withstand the destruction of its fellows
But though there will always be ashes, remember
When all seemed lost, music rose up for the building
Not to sing it to sleep, but to galvanize it.