I rivaled you in size.
We were rare and shallow.
Your groined vaulting had to be
of great height to take the weight
of our central tower. Quite thick
but with a single nave,
I bore a band of blind arcading.
Your lancet window let in
very little light.
The problem was resolved
by placing a dome on squinches.
Tending to splay the walls,
your rounded arches struck the visitor
Pointed barrel vaulting meant
my downward thrust was more direct.
No tribunes except a lintel,
ornate, preceded at times by a porch,
two flanking apsidal chapels, ambulatory
as your heart.
It usually was oven vaulted,
linked to the transept crossing.
Did I say blind arcading?
Historiated, a single nave, thick,
to compensate for missing walls.
I want to believe our appearance
was of a solid mass, a quadrilobed plan
to balance the whole structure.
Perfection of our stone bonding.