I've ditched the pantoum form, and added some details absent from the earlier draft.




The Oratory on Franklin Street (re-written)

The oratory on Franklin Street has closed
where every weekday, during lunch,
pious folk would say the beads.

There was a religious goods store

attached to the Oratory, 

a place where one could buy Mass cards,

holy pictures, rosaries.

 

The upper stories of 49 Franklin 

housed the offices of The Pilot,

Boston's archdiocesan newspaper.

 

It's been fifteen, maybe twenty years

since it's served as a house of prayer:

the Oratory of Saint Thomas More

with a blue mural at the front of the chapel

depicting Boston's church-spires

and Our Lady watching over the city.

 

Dozens would sit and pray

during their noonday lunch break,

circling their well-worn chaplets

and whispering Ave Marias,

or being still as others said the Mysteries.

 

It's now a Mexican restaurant

(Bonarita? Bonavita?).

But I miss the wee chapel:

a refuge from commerce and toil

amid the bustle of Downtown Crossing.





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Written on 2020-01-31 at 02:54

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Yayāti
Sometimes the form is too constricting and doesn't allow the poet to express the ideas fully. The revision definitely reads better.
2020-01-31