They rarely snapped apart,

those French Gothic cathedrals,

encrypting clotted earth

as they sailed toward endless sky.

Occasionally one collapsed,

like Beauvais, from trying too hard,

or, like Saint Maclou, cluttered

and confused its lines, losing

the impossible coupling of soil and sun.

But most, hunkered down, buttresses flying,

opened their core to rainbowing light

as they set about piercing heaven.


Chartres did it best. Resolute and

grounded as a twin-peaked mountain,

it told its tender stained-glass stories

well enough to make a peasant weep.

It flouted abstract symmetry, one spire

staunchly romanesque, the other

soaringly flamboyant. One said,

My presence here is God in stone,

the other,  I am the earthly gone to God .


Its vaulted center held, however,

and still, and still, is holding.


Lynn Hoggard


Lynn Hoggard has published five books: three French translations, a biography, and a memoir. Her poetry has appeared in 13th Moon, The Alembic, Atlanta Review, The Broken Plate, Clackamas Literary Review, Concho River Review, Crack the Spine, The Delmarva Review, Descant, Forge, Edison Literary Review, FRiGG, The Healing Muse, The MacGuffin, New Ohio Review, Sanskrit, Soundings East, Summerset Review, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Tower Journal, Weber: The Contemporary West, Westview, WestWard Quarterly, Wild Violet, and Xavier Review, among others.

Listed at Duotrope
Listed with Poets & Writers
CLMP Member
List with Art Deadline
Follow us on MagCloud