song to the stars
Hair in the wind
Brown in the sun
Midday-born light—
Silken strands of crested corn.
Jack was nimble
he was quick
but he's not taking that candlestick.
All the queen's horses
and all the queen's men
run their own courses,
then run them again.
Sparks light the sky
a brilliant welder's flash
a jewel in disguise
a jouster's winning prize;
and yet, a clockwork dandelion
sings softly to forgotten stars.
Red Brick Keshner
Sat 12th Apr 2025 11:38
Good day Rolph David! This review is a wonderful work of reflective exposition. I am truly privileged and honoured. But it touches me so much I am spurred on to read this poem through another’s eyes and find adjacent meaning in my mind’s own iteration. Thank you so much 🙏🏻🕊🌷🌷🌷