Blessed Tryst
A Blessed Tryst
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
The last stair to ground created a song
off to her tryst to encounter a fling
to seek an old church, her meeting would bring
a plot on their scheme, for the day could be long
as she continued her heels skipped a beat
a chorus began, the melody strong
a cold windy day, devoid of all heat
from here the City churches pierced the mist
the old church was close, the tryst was to end
the shroud carried on, the wind slowly hissed
she entered the nave and sought her new flame
a door was ajar, he called out her name
a confessional box was their rendezvous
confessing his love, he held onto the door
he closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square
left her to ponder the words he just swore
once a priest who was no more
to end his life with the one he adored
One, Nine and Sixteen Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
June 5, 2018
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