Thursday, 7 September 2017

The Place Where The Stars Are Buried
I’m on my way to the place
where the stars are buried
under a roof of rain.
I won’t get lost.
I’m following the silver snail
trails and the muddy pools
with the little shimmers of spangles.
When I get there - to the place
where the stars are buried.
I shall dig a little, dig
just enough to let
a glimmer of light out.
Just enough to let
the love sparkle and
sizzle in the light
before it burns.
First published in Midnight Circus, June 2016
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1521758204/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_.oQyzbV8YG4PE


The Big Book Of Poetry
AMAZON.CO.UK

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