I've barely had time and mind-space to breathe never mind write poetry since StAnza however I had some time today wrote this first draft. You may have noticed I've got a thing for repetitions at the moment, this started out as an attempt at a pantoum but the form became too constricting so I abandoned it.
Cathedral Ruins at Night
The black spires rise out from the sea.
Through dark wynds I wander under stones, eyes, stars.