Christina Mirabilis
Funerary bells rang in my ears, muffled
At first by the light that surrounded me.
Slowly my eyes began to open
And my nostrils took in the scent of incense
Now only a shadow of what I had seen.
I was suddenly overcome by a stench that clung
To every particle of dust that caught the light
From the stain glass windows and hovered around
Every candle. The scent of rotting flesh
Stewing in sin. I could not stand it—
I rose to the ceiling.
At first by the light that surrounded me.
Slowly my eyes began to open
And my nostrils took in the scent of incense
Now only a shadow of what I had seen.
I was suddenly overcome by a stench that clung
To every particle of dust that caught the light
From the stain glass windows and hovered around
Every candle. The scent of rotting flesh
Stewing in sin. I could not stand it—
I rose to the ceiling.
posted by Paige | 5:51 PM
1 Comments:
I'm not sure what the poem is about, but in line 7, to the, seems awkward. Maybe an adverb instead?
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