Poem by Karla Linn Merrifield

After the Tour
 
 
The cathedrals of Norway
leap and soar to the sky
ornate spires, gleaming spires,
of stone, of steel,
Medieval and modern,
 
stained glass windows
of glittering geometric mosaics;
Jesus and Mary
of such meticulous beauty
and attention to light
 
at every turn
sculptures finely carved
gargoyles and angels,
St, Olaf in lieu of Thor—
 
of interest for their art and architecture
of interest for their history
and illuminated Christian mythologies
of supplanting the pantheon of the Norse;
of similar interest: the ruination of the runes,
of merely intellectual interest to me
among the cathedrals of Norway. 
 
But— and I have a witness—
I lit a candle
in Tromsø,
I lit a candle in Trondheim.
That’s the light that matters.
 
 
                        ~ for Iris Heichel
 

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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