The Nave Has Twilight



Note: Imp remains no familiar to poetry... but the villanelle was a challenge, for Whence. Rather like to hear responses to it...? 



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The nave has twilight's still,

a rook's nest, the choir loft -

silence is a candle's thrill



and tortured Christ is built

in cracked stone, aloft -

sanctus, sanctus, spills



the crimson light, distilled

in incense dust that wafts -

silence is a candle's thrill.



The dome holds dusty trill

of plain-chant, faded soft

sanctus, sanctus spills



into the pews and still;

in the penitent's hoarse cough -

silence is a candle's thrill.



For the quiet and the rill

of traditions past, blood draught

silence is a candle's thrill

sanctus, sanctus spills.