A stardust veil in resplendent detail
is with multicolors imbued
from astral blast leaving Cygnus aghast
in the stunning spectacle viewed.
Supernova boom made stellar winds zoom
into beauteous wispy guise
as swan song story, whose gorgeous glory
its violent dawning belies.
This picturesque cloud of filament shroud
concealing a cavity wall
interacts and behaves through shocking waves
like a vast repercussive sprawl.
The varied tones in the nebula's zones
come from chemic denseness changes;
plus hotter are blue, while green or red hue
indicates the cooler ranges.
That huge display many light-years away,
two thousand one hundred in fact,
covers six full moons of skyey festoons
with its striking unveiling act.
In rainbowlike stream from the Hubble team
which shows but a part of the whole,
what was once a star exploding afar
is cast in sensational role.
Some gassy fumes were emitted in plumes
before its chromatic demise
of curtain splendid until it ended
with mosaic to mesmerize.
Might this veil in Cygnus grand in bigness
evoke in the senses instead
thoughts of feathers chiffon as spectral swan
whose delicate essence has fled?
Those exquisite arts that have stirred our hearts
and heightened awareness inspired,
as has stargazing at skies amazing,
for centuries have been admired.
In Tennyson quote from verses he wrote,
all ‘the marish-flowers that throng'
with coronach styled by silver swan wild
‘were flooded with eddying song'.
Poems live on after poets are gone,
at any rate masterpieces
outlast their creators or narrators,
follies and human caprices.
The airborne creature in ballet feature,
that Anna Pavlova rendered,
through faltering breath to quivering death
the most swanlike e'er engendered,
was classic in scope plus a timeless trope
for our fleetingly mortal span
and toils on earth to endow it with worth
in our frame of woman or man.
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