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.
