I have traded stalks
and stockings for bright
boxes that open
if you twist
You call me sister,
nick my name
for your want,
for the way the dawn
A second offering for today’s Quadrille. I’m hosting. Come play!
It’s past dusk… but I yearn for the smile of dusk
oh that yearning, the separation from the stars….
Did you know that’s actually the literally meaning of “disaster”? Think “aster” – star. Isn’t that just crazy-awesome?
Ah the gilt of words……so many we just throw around and they contain secrets within! I recently came across the word “blatherskite” — a real word. It means one who speaks nonsense! I love the sound of the word….the way it looks…..and thinking about who could be or is a blatherskite! 🙂
so dreamy, De
I thought disaster was what happened when she backed unknowingly into the fan? Oh no, did I really just write that? I am so sorry De!
I really liked this piece — nice cosmic essence.
I love this! The rhyme, the rhythm, personification, alliteration. You spin such fairy-fine verse.
definitely a stellar poem in the nick of time
Like this, “nick my name
for your want,”
Loving this…..and most especially how it plays with the title too!