my entries for the Construct Cup |
tonight, I know no more will my feet plod along the unforgiving ground— tonight, I fly through constellations, the shimmer of diamond on fire against the velvet sky. I pirouette around the sullen ruby of Mars, extend my leg in an arabesque as I touch the clouded pearl of Venus and pause, reaching my fingers across light years and time, to touch the brilliant sapphire of Cygnus and the cooler garnet that is Betelgeuse. the Milky Way is my stage as I lift the spiral diadem that is Andromeda, for my crown, for I am the sky, the distant stars glitter—a jeweled patina on my cloak as I stretch over the night, above farmlands and towns, railroads and motorways, strewn over the landscape like beads in an artist’s drawer— jade and hematite topaz and bloodstone— pausing their dance as I yawn and let my star eyes dim into a deeper dream. line count: 32 Prompt ▼ |