Saint something
by Allan Traphagan
Where a rock crystal tear flows down
A lifeless Ivory face and aquamarine
eyes that stare at stone doves, who
fly through stained glass windows,
is a lesser bird of paradise,
quiet upon his perch,
casting a wary eye to exit and
attracting more attention than
an obvious display of a many-eyed
feathered fan of flamboyance.
Soaring high above, where
silver bells chime,
with wings of Ivory tone,
set high upon that golden dome,
crowned witha twinkling , jeweled thing,
and a great steel sword in hand,
is Saint......something.......
Poetry
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