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Moon and Star Metaphors

Reflecting fires warmth.

By Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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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.

surreal poetry
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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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