A million lives above her,
A thousand, gleaming things.
Luminous, outstanding, radiant, ablaze,
Such mysterious, ruling Kings.
An expedition from A to B,
One so far you’ll never get to see,
Some crash, some swerve, some dodge, some spin,
What funny weird shapes they can be!
The girl starts to run.
Among the wildest of thoughts,
But why is the girl so scared, and delicate, and touched?
A bright star is winking at her –
Or at least just bright enough for her to realise.
Excellent poem, good work. One tiny thing… I think I’d have looked for a rhyme or half-rhyme for the last line and the one line but one before it. Because of the rhymes in the first two verses – it feels like you need one there.
Dear Mr.Stevens,
Thank you for your advice.
I appreciate it.
I will consider this for my future poems! Ashwin.