Why Are There Stars
A magic wand in the right hand creates, inadvertently,
the jewels of the night in untold millions,
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A fairy casts many spells, their unused dust turns to stars,
each one a twinkling sun, each has a solar system,
a Wizard too cast a few, his unused dust turns to planets,
we live on one, the planet earth, now a has-been Utopia,
a black witches spell, beware a curse, their unused dust,
black holes of hell, well those that get sucked in don't return to tell,
now pixies they cast spells as well, their unused dust
turns to distant stars, whole galaxies, new life no one knows,
elves, they are stars in their own right, carers of the fairy kingdom,
gnomes, not as we imagine, stately lords and ladies,
oh yes, they do they ware those Noddy caps of blue,
they too cast spells, their unused dust turn into skies,
pigmented black and blue, night and day, its true,
then there is me, a poet, I practice magic with words,
like stars, I try to make them glisten,
I have had one or two that have ascended, found glory,
but me a star well that's another story
perhaps I do shine, but not with the twinkle of a star,
more like the moon, that lights the night
for all true lovers,
has the question been answered, why are there stars,
well no, that's a question many scientists still ponder.
11th June 2018
Why are there stars poetry contest - Sponsored by Julia Ward
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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