Daily poem: August stanza 13

Saturday night the sky was full of shooting stars.



Last night the stars were falling,

drifting from their anchorage

in the shallows of the night,

drawn to some rumoured wonder

below the rim of the sky.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

10 thoughts on “Daily poem: August stanza 13”

  1. I like the thought that the stars were drifting about looking for the next best thing–although you say it so beautifully. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Stormy here, so we couldn’t have seen the stars falling.

      1. I don’t remember when I saw a night sky filled with stars without a thought in my head. In childhood, it terrified me, and in adulthood I never gave it a chance.

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