Treasure Island

Angela Wybrow

(Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Star Gazing


As I arrived home one evening from work,
At my front door, I briefly did lurk.
The sky up above was as black as ink,
And all of the stars appeared to wink.

I saw hundreds of stars shining bright -
Each one casting a celestial light;
I stood gazing up at the star-studded sky –
At the miniature diamonds way up high.

Up in the sky, the stars flickered and flashed,
Oozing magic and mystery and pots of panache;
Like sequins sprinkled on a blanket of black -
Of razzle and dazzle, there was certainly no lack.

Like a heavenly host of sparkling speckles –
A delicate dusting of silvery freckles;
Like silvery glitter casually cast,
Across the sky, velvety and vast.

They gleamed and glistened above my head -
Like dark cloth woven with metallic thread.
The scattering of stars glinted and glimmered –
Like precious jewels, they shone and shimmered.

I do so love it when the sky is clear,
As, up at the heavens, I love to peer.
Up at the stars, I quite often gaze,
But, by the sight, I still feel amazed.

Submitted: Sunday, December 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 02, 2013

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