She stands
Waits for the spotlight to flicker on
Her hands
Clasping early colors, stolen from the dawn.
Her eyes
Open and the day clatters to a start
Disguised,
The sky still black but not her pulsing heart.
She waits
Patiently for her melodic birdsong cue
Gold plates
Embellishing the leather edges of her shoes.
Here it comes,
The sky is fading out from black to red
And the sun,
It trails behind, rising from its cosmic bed
She stirs,
Her crumpled wings unraveling their plumes
She blurs,
As her feathers dance beneath the sky that blooms
The night skulks away so the sun doesn't see
The birds fluff their feathers, fly far from the trees
And with them, the girl leaps, trying to take off
But a black and scarlet flag has never seemed to be enough.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
