I've nearly completed the book I began yesterday by Ann Staley. I think I'm just savoring her work, to be honest. So many pieces of my own self I've found sprinkled throughout her poetry. And today I'll begin reading A Yes-or-No Answer by Jane Shore. She's a new author to me, so I'm anticipating the read.
Today the prompt from NaPoWrimMo went something like this: I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars
If you know me at all then you know this prompt made my heart race! The stars, the sky, the moon, the night.... these are some of my favorite things to explore in my writing. Quite a majority of my poetry will have mentioned the moon or the night or the stars, and today's poem is no exception.
So here goes:
There’s something magnificent
To be said about the sky.
I used to make a habit
Of sitting by the window
In a dark room, come evening,
Notebook across my knees
Like a silly-couch poet.
I’d watch the Gods turn on
The stars one by one,
Always in awe of how complete
Galaxies could disappear
Into the vast pock-holes in between.
Maybe it’s the astrologist in me,
Or perhaps I’m just a dreamer,
But I’d imagine the vast-ink sky
Was a roadmap and each winking star
Was waning me towards some grand destiny.
And I couldn’t help but wonder,
As I sipped coffee and counted
The cars that slipped past my street
Beneath the veil of early evening,
Of what secrets the sky kept,
What spirits hovered there
At the edge of in-coming clouds.