Premiere Contest WinnerIn the Stone Temple Confessional

Cool stone received my palm; the incense lay
         in threads that curled like breath along the nave.
A bell gave one thin sound, then slipped away;
         Wax climbed the brass where earlier drops had clave.


I bent—my breath caught short against my teeth—
         And asked, in lowered words, if such a sleep
with women bore a mark. He did not sheath
         his pause, but let it rest, as men who keep


Their counsel do. He mused; his beard struck gold,
        And measured me from heel to lifted sight:
“No sin, my son, to sleep with women,” he told,
        “Yet men like you stay wakeful, lie upright.”


The tide within, long thinned by watch and fast,
        Grew warm, grew near, and found its former way;
My spine held still; the count of breaths ran fast—
        My knees drew close; the bench knew where I’d stay.


A splinter kissed my heel. I fixed my eyes
        on stone between my shoes. The bell stood mute.
The door stood wide. I rose at measured size,
        and walked out lighter-footed, quick, and mute.



Through Author’s Lens:

I chose this moment because it hath abided with me not as counsel nor as turning of the soul, but as a brief alteration of the flesh, which asked no gloss when it occurred. It was bounded in place and hour, and so seemed fit to bear its own weight upon the page.
The line grievous to fashion was the priest’s utterance. I was oft tempted to temper it with preface or to dress it in comment, yet each such labour dulled its edge. To let it stand unguarded required restraint.
From the first draft I struck away much declaring: the cause of my going thither, the temper of my mind. I also removed plain naming of the body’s stir. Whenever I named it, the verse grew coarse. What remains is nearer the manner in which the moment first stood before me.
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Anaya Avatar
March 4, 2026 at 7:39 AM
Thou, most deservith of thy trophy gift honor dear sir. Your voice unique & wonderfully detected, I was compelled whilst enlightened with the alteration process & the imagry. May you pen more winnings to come in your bright future of penning your poetic thoughts as I am most eager to read you, Mohit~ I Am Anaya
Anaya Avatar
March 4, 2026 at 10:39 AM
One who enchants & captivates!
MITRA Avatar
March 4, 2026 at 9:06 AM
Esteemed Ma'am, Thy munificent commendation abaseth me more profoundly than any laurel might confer. Whatever singularity thou hast been pleased to discern proceedeth not from innate merit, but from long discipline, erasure, and exacting self-revision. That thou didst apprehend the hidden architecture of such labour is praise of the most discerning order. I remain deeply beholden for thy magnanimous regard, and shall endeavour to render myself not unworthy of thy continued perusal. With abiding respect, I remain, Mohit Mitra
Kendrick Avatar
March 4, 2026 at 5:54 AM
Congratulations on your winning work in Daniel's contest. Way to go. So glad to see your work on the list. Sara K
MITRA Avatar
March 4, 2026 at 9:11 AM
Honoured Ma'am, Thy felicitous regard I receive with a gratitude more enduring than the laurel it attends. That thou didst condescend to mark my modest triumph ennobles it beyond its measure. I remain obliged for thy generous approbation, and shall labour that what follows prove not unworthy of thy discerning favour. With steadfast esteem, I remain, Mohit Mitra
Sinha-Roy Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 7:26 PM
Congratulations on your first place win. Bhalo thakben.
MITRA Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 9:25 PM
I render thee humble thanks for thy visitation and for the keen discernment thou hast bestowed upon my verse. Apnar doyay bhalo achhi, apnio bhalo thakben.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 6:25 PM
Sounds like you truly kept what was meant to convey! Congrats on top win!!
MITRA Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 6:54 PM
My sincere thanks esteemed ma'am. I am quietly gladdened that what was meant to be conveyed endured intact. To keep the essential note unspilled was the chief labour; that it was heard is reward enough. Your good wishes on the top honour I receive with gratitude.
Daniels Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 4:01 PM
Congrats Mitra on a well deserved win. Very subtly written, yet your pain & how you controlled it is clear. You’ve crafted rhyme effectively & the cool stone with incense in threads sets the tone for the irony. The way you’ve articulated the exchange incorporating your detailed response is evidence of a Master Poet at work. ThkU for sharing, I respect you. X.
MITRA Avatar
March 3, 2026 at 6:53 PM
Gracious Ghairo, My deepest thanks for your generous and discerning words. To be read so closely—and understood beneath the surface—is a rare honour indeed. If the restraint was felt, then the poem has done its quiet work; for sometimes control is the truest measure of pain. Your noticing of the stone, the incense, and the irony assures me that the thread did not fray in the weaving. Your esteem I hold in high regard. I am sincerely grateful for it—and for you.
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