Orion’s Wheel


We steal celestial moments,
thread our words through belt
loops touched only by
gods light years away.
We call names.

Fall apart.

Whistle and wait
for the echo of
our own syllables.

The stars are pin-prick cat prints
on construction paper,
somebody gnaws a moon
-ring in the black licorice
of this broken sky.



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13 Responses to Orion’s Wheel

  1. Shawna says:

    The last stanza is outstanding.

  2. blogoratti says:

    Bravo, each line is breathtaking and rightly so. Greetings, and nice week!

  3. qbit says:

    Well, basically great.

  4. Nan Mykel says:

    Reblogged this on NANMYKEL.COM and commented:
    Marvelous imagery…

  5. Jae Rose says:

    As ever your imagery is spellbinding

  6. Sarav says:

    So amazing, the wordplay phenomenal and singing harmony with the imagery. Love this. Orion is one of my favorite constellations. Something about “Whistle and wait for the echo of our own syllables” makes my heart hum. Word choices are also stellar😉❤

  7. annell4 says:

    I love this one!!! Love it all, especially the last three lines.

  8. 1sojournal says:

    I agree with everyone else, this is a wonderfully fluid use of the words,


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