poem inspired by the artwork, "Starlight," by Lisa Art--originally written for onine poetry claas
poem submitted to '1489" poetry contest, Brina Strand, sponsor
A young woman steps into the woods, its canopy caressing her, the air around her vibrating with stillness. She pauses beneath a gnarled tree~ its branches covered with star-shaped leaves each one flickering with prophecy. Above her, the crescent moon hangs low, its lunar breath offering her a secret. She holds a basket of stars in her hands, each one glowing with the possibility of becoming something she has not yet dared to imagine. She stands there pondering… not the path behind her, nor the one ahead, but the quiet question the forest asks when it senses she’s come seeking more than direction~ she’s come seeking the shape of her own radiance. And in that stillness, the star-leaves murmur, the moon leans nearer, and the basket brightens as though answering her in a language she is only now beginning to remember.
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