lonely
seeking signs of life beyond their sight
they flicker, as if to broadcast
lights of deeds in distant space
reach an infant planet
shine upon its seas
as it ages
its own light
winking
out
This nonet is in response to November Yeats Challenge: Day Seven, from Jane Dougherty (each day a new Yeats quote).
“…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.” W.B. Yeats
Image: NASA/ESA/HUBBLE via Astronomy Picture of the Day
That’s a lovely idea, the star touching an infant star as it dies.
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Passing the torch? 😉
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That was what I thought too 🙂
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“as it ages
its own light
winking
out” – like all living beings.
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Indeed.
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I like the way you have re-written the Yeats as an inter-stellar journey of light, almost scientific, but still touching.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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You do nonets so well, Ken. I like this idea of ancient stars passing on their light.
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Thank you Merril. Let’s hope we don’t go dark before our time.
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Yes, let’s hope!
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