Moon and Star Metaphors
Reflecting fires warmth.
I am:
A diverse shape
Which floats through the sky.
Points stick out awkwardly,
My species flash at me
If I happen to crash
Or cover them in ash.
But you applaud me,
Calling them gaudy
When they flash,
Causing me to flicker,
Flicker out.
Till I’m a smudge of doubt,
Painted in sludgy tears.
That’s when I shook off my glitter,
Clouded myself in darkness.
Then you shone.
You are:
The carved silver birch
Nurturing my growth.
The radiant marble
Reflecting fires warmth.
The opal smile
Enhancing my spark.
The bright pearl
Illuminating the dark.
One could claim I talk garbage,
But to us it is ornate litter
Setting alight the golden paths to guide along the way.
One could claim I over-analyse and lead one astray,
But ornate litter is recycled for magical purposes.
Parts can fly afar
To reach the shooting star.
Or settle down in the depths of dreams,
Making species what they are
And the world not as it seems.
About the Creator
Chloe Urquhart
I enjoy Creative Writing, reading, road running, walking, nature, listening to music, cooking, swimming, pétanque and spending time with family and friends. I also like cats. Feel free to like and share :)
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