Where stars unstick and fall

Another illustration from the book, ‘The Story of the Sun, the Moon and the Stars’ inspired this cascade poem. My eyes are still full of the night sky of the countryside, so full of stars there’s hardly any darkness.


To go where stars unstick and fall,

And catch a fragment in the hand,

Star horses in celestial fields.


Into the night without a light,

I swoop and soar a rocket ship,

To go where stars unstick and fall.


My dearest wish to catch the tails,

Of comets shooting through the void

And catch a fragment in the hand.


Burning bright, the sky’s alight,

With falling stars of splendid dreams,

Star horses in celestial fields.

Microfiction: Starman take two


Her dearest wish had always been to catch the tail of a falling star. Where did they go, she wondered, when they blazed across the night and disappeared below the horizon? The small child would dream of bright red oceans filled with golden fish, glittering starfish and rainbow-coloured birds soaring in a turquoise sea. Later, she dreamed of the infinite depths of an unknown heart, following the shining silver light to reach the core, to travel with a twin heart to the limits of the possible.

When the biggest, brightest star she had ever seen poured earthward in a cascade of light and tore up the big field, she was there to greet it. When she saw him, crawling out of the smoke, pulling off his helmet to reveal brilliant green eyes and red gold hair, she smiled and held out her hands, and she held out her heart.

He returned her smile and opened his arms wide.

“We have hearts too,” he said, and their two hearts curled around one another in their cupped hands, like two silver fish in a bowl of clear water. With twin hearts beating together, she touched his cheek and it was smooth and warm; he traced the curve of her lips with his thumb.

“I’ll show you where the falling stars go,” he said.

“Will we swim in the crimson sea?” she asked.

“With the golden fish,” he said.

“And fly in the turquoise air?”

“We will be rainbow feathers and music.”

“Take me there,” she said.

And he did.

Microstory Challenge #2: the winner is…


I wish I hadn’t said I’d pick a winner. If I like something, I like it and tend not to have degrees of likeness. However, I will say that I liked Bill’s offering because it seemed to me to fit the tone of the painting so well. I can’t get a link to his blog, but if he calls back with one, I’ll post it.
Edit: He did, and here it is http://www.engleson.ca

‘Extended once, sweet glory, brilliant glows of light, seraphiming in the sea of sky, suspended on the cusp of glistening dark, glimmering, twice extended in dreadful repose, and then, as if tis’ that recurring dream that will never be revealed, lost.’

I liked Ashen’s (Course of Mirrors) because it is so concise, and I love the idea of soulmaking

‘So each story begins, with the fall – into the valley of soulmaking.’

And I like Laurie’s because it is so irreverent and it made me smile.

‘Just let her go Bernice, she’s nothing but a drama queen at the best of times.’

And bacause it’s my blog and because I like the painting, this is what I came up with.

The time comes for even stars to die, to fall from the firmament in a blaze of glory, while we watch in wonder and awe, and somewhere, someone makes a wish.

Thanks everybody who participated; there wasn’t one entry I didn’t think was a good one. I’ll post e new challenge tomorrow.

Microstory challenge #2

Since the idea seems to please, I will make this a regular feature as long as there’s interest. This second challenge is to write a story in one, or if you want to be verbose, two sentences, inspired by the painting,’Falling Stars’ by Mihály Zichy.

Mihály_Zichy_Falling_StarsYou can post your story in the comments box below and leave a link to your blog so that other readers can visit. You can post your story on your blog and leave a link so we can all visit. Either way, it helps us all to get to know one another. I might pick a favourite, and insist that everybody visits the winner’s blog. Then again, I might chicken out, so don’t count on it.

Do pass the word along though. The more participants, the more interesting the challenge.