Freda Downie

Starlight Three kings embark on a long journey Under the dry acres of the moon Whose light is well disposed, But of no special significance It is the nailhead light Of one sparky planet That draws them on – Although at times, One king thinks the star Has the look of crayon Drawn on dark … Continue reading “Freda Downie”

Starlight

Three kings embark on a long journey
Under the dry acres of the moon
Whose light is well disposed,
But of no special significance
It is the nailhead light
Of one sparky planet
That draws them on –
Although at times,
One king thinks the star
Has the look of crayon
Drawn on dark paper;
While another thinks it
Looks no more than a sliver
Of silver pasted on indigo;
And the third king, observing
A certain unsteadiness,
Thinks the heavenly guide
Trembles on its cotton thread

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