Smoke Over Paris

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Their Lady of Paris burnt in one online afternoon Her re-imagined spire tipped to robes of smoke like a bloodied lance in surrender – once more – to politics and holy battles in a kindless fog of war Her heated metals ran as dark beaded sweats from her swealing heights to leave cooled scabs of...


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St. George’s Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Saint George born high, in Syria,
Now lies low from the media:
Caught in Calais, no marching on,
He lost his horse, along with Ascalon.
God-battled lands flattened his hope,
So George put his faith in a leaking boat
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