The wonderful Weaver of Grass is driving from Yorkshire this week, and she wants to hear about stars. You can read other takes on the prompt and meet a great bunch of writers here.
Remember, I'm just practicing... (and I know that Venus and Mars are planets. Poetic license, remember?)
SHINE
Orion in his fashion
shows the bears his stuff;
the Pleiades go strutting;
Cassiopeia's in a huff.
Venus shines more brightly
than Mars, who's red with ire;
the Milky Way is peopled
by heroes' shining fire.
Pollux holds to Castor
as the centaur gallops by,
and I, a child of wonder,
reread the ancient sky.
'child of wonder' ~ yes! This is lovely, Karen.
ReplyDeleteI've also been off the (commenting) bus for a while; glad to see you've lost none of your poetic puissance. :) More! More!
ReplyDeleteI love this! I like the humor, but especially the last line. Welcome back!
ReplyDeletei really like how you finished this poem with rereading the sky. it's wonderful. hope all is well. have a great night.
ReplyDeleteloved the rich rhyme scheme, and the stunning simplicity!
ReplyDeleteAnd this was exactly how the ancients, the original children of wonder, read the night sky. Expertly done.
ReplyDeletepoetic puissance???
ReplyDeleteA word to go look up!
You exercised in good fashion. Worth the wait. The mythology in the sky is very cool.
I think the night sky is the only thing I have actually gazed in wonder at. And you capture the 'wonder' so well here. Brava!
ReplyDeleteThis is grand ! and amusing, plus it rhymes- Thanks.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful in its connection with the ancients, as Peter noted. One gets the same sense as when rereading a favorite book: on the one hand knowing what's coming, on the other, being surprised by things you had not seen or pondered before. Well done!
ReplyDelete'Shine' is wonderful and says it all Karen. Thanks for visiting my blog - I agree with what you say in your comment about us losing our connection with nature. Man has discovered many marvellous things but is in grave danger of losing simple and basic but vital knowledge.
ReplyDelete"and I, a child of wonder,
ReplyDeletereread the endless sky."
You have two standing there with you Karen. My walking buddy and I like that place...A LOT!
The poem has the perfect amount of wonder. :)
ReplyDeleteYes we have all looked up in wonder. Adore the ending.
ReplyDeleteA delight, Karen. Beautifully crafted, metrically and in rhyme. A touch of
ReplyDeleteRobert Louis Stevenson in its child-and-universe conjunction.
lovely, just wish I knew more about the stars in question
ReplyDeleteand I, a child of wonder,
ReplyDeletereread the endless sky.
And I absolutely loved your clever poem about it.
I absolutely love this - so simple and yet with such wonder in it. Well done - my favourite.
ReplyDeleteI love the sly humor--those little winks and nods (and again...I love your voice)! And those last two lines are just awesome. It's great to read your lovely work again, Karen. Merry Christmas to you and your family!
ReplyDeleteEveryone - So sorry for not answering each of you individually. As I said, hijacked by life lately, but I'm sure you understand, especially at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your supportive comments. As always, your feedback is one of the things that keeps me going poetically, and I appreciate each of you.
Merry Christmas to all of you. If I haven't been by to read your take on stars, I will get there eventually. Take care.
'Wonder'ful, Karen! I especially love the line, "Cassiopeia's in a huff"... great imagery. Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
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