As a star

As a star

You watched me there at the window

Laughing at my dreams, hopes

Of something you couldn’t see

All of it unimaginable in your world

Where nobody thinks they can try

And break from the normal drudge

You weren’t watching on the day

I looked up transfixed at the beauty

Even though death was what I saw

A shooting star burning bright

Dust, burning rock dust shining

In it’s death throes

And I knew then if a stardust can glow

Show the world it’s glow in dying

Mine had to shine by living

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2021

Written for @PaulBrookes wombwellrainbow ekphrastic poetry April challenge.

Artwork by Jane Cornwell

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley