Notre Dame

Like so many people, across the world, I was shocked and saddened by the images of this famous and beautiful building being consumed by flames. Forest fires can cleanse and purge, regenerate. Maybe President Macron’s pledge to rebuild will materialise. I hope so. But the building is so much more than that. It is a collection of memories, stories, hopes and fears, intrigues, plots, births, marriages, deaths and funerals. For many, a house of God, for some, a box ticked in the tourism guide, and for all, a centre for humanity. So this, in memoriam….

The building falls

Enflamed at the last,

The spire, hunch backed, then broken.

The world exhales,

A collective gasp,

A sob, a tear,

The siren shriek.

A fiery breath roars skywards.

What’s gone from here?

An icon, yes.

A feature, a show,

Somewhere for hordes of tourist to go,

The chatter, clatter, camera whirl,

Babble, rabble, rainbow guided swirl,

Notre Dame, an oasis perhaps, in this,

Our restless, curious, irreverent world.

(Believers came here too. Who knew?)

More than this though,

Sparks stumbling the night sky,

And thus, atomised

Learning to fly :

Dreams

Schemes

Prayers

Hymns

Joys

Fears

The hatched

The matched

The despatched

The church embattled

Across the years.

As the structure breathes its last

The symbol sighs

The crowds groan, moan, mourn this troubling

Devastating

Demise.

Aloft, the smoke belching

Sated, abated,

Fire fuelled repast

The bell no longer tolls.

The silence is that of the bombed out building,

The ghetto razed,

History, erased.

Adieu sublime,

Au revoir, divine.

The cost?

Our mutual loss?

Farewell,

Forlorn,

Adrift,

Yearning, burning,

Ash stricken.

The whispering echoes of time.

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7 Comments on “Notre Dame”

  1. elizabeth wilson says:

    WOW, says it all so brilliantly,

  2. stew1e says:

    I really admire how you are able to respond to public events like this, and to do it so quickly. It would take me weeks!

  3. joymoore123 says:

    Marc Such a beautiful and sad poem. Have just read it out to Ken and Gavin as we are sailing through the Ionian Sea on Gavin’s Yacht x

    Sent from my iPhone

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