The Sacré-Cœur is white
a bloodless three-arched portico
of a cold, cold sacred heart.
Travertine from hot springs;
the summit always
steps on everything.
The Sacred Heart is hollow
a penance of perpetual adoration,
an organ without empathy.
Devotion has no cure;
the Sacré-Cœur always
steps on everything.
This piece is inspired by Misky’s Twiglet #243. Come get a twig to build your own fire.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I love the Sacré-Cœur and the whole Montmartre region. This brought back memories, even if you are not a fan!
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Oh, we loved Montmartre and the artists’ square in particular. This structure, just the drained heart, spoke to me at the time, and then with Misky’s twig, it seemed to have something to say.
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I thought Travertine was a travel sickness tablet😂! Anyway, I’m not into churches, but I can live with this one. Montmartre is my favourite region of Paris, and it has a great irish pub just down the steps from the Sacre Coeur!🙂Great writing.
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Sad to miss the Irish pub, Hobbo. Will look for it next time. Montmartre is a special place. We enjoyed our walk up the many stairs to get to the church and then our wandering down the hillside, which held many gems. Many memories of Paris are still in my journal. They need space to breathe and find their flow.
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Let the memories mature first, like a fine bottle of red! 😊
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Yes, will do and keep them from souring as well. 😁
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👍 Good idea.
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I visited once, one of my first trips to Paris, but thereafter was happy to view from a distance. Lots of steps, I recall. But I’ve been on nights out in the Pigalle area; it still buzzes but nowhere near as much as it used to.
I like the aliteration in your second stanza.
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Thank you kindly, friend. Yes, the stairs are a strong memory as well as how cold and dark it was inside. The beauty of it is is really in the skyline and viewing it from afar.
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Ah, well, at least you know to find somewhere else to visit next time. I’ve visited some churches over there which have been wonderful just for their tranquility, but Sacre Coeur wasn’t one of them.
Notre Dame, unexpectedly, was one such place, although I don’t know how bad the fire was. It still seems to function.
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Norte Dame is still a wreck. Guess it will be back together one day.
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This is fabulous. So chilling.
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Thank you very much. The heart drained of everything is stark white, as is this structure. Was a meant-to-be pen, and I feel I could probably do it more justice in the future.
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a poem of paradoxes and a strong refrain —
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