Andromedan castles
moat has little blue boats
servers are maidens joyed
white iris gardens
deep canyons
radars aimed
soft cadence
magnet minds
love balanced
Orion forts marbled
shining with platinum bands
armoured Galactics cruel
stone and steel makes head reel
bold barons
orlon vests
high pylons
canon shots
warring sons
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just floating in the sky-
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right in place,
I'm just alive-
These past few weeks,
Orion’s been making his steady descent down the horizon.
This occurs yearly,
one thing you can count on through the world’s unending turbulence.
It’ll never fail to throw you from your cushioned seat
face-first into forced adaptation
and deep discomfort.
Will there ever be a time where I can look to the horizon
without seeing the next bend in the road?
Will I ever not fear what’s to come
and what’s to be lost
as soon as I steal a shred of comfort?
My joys are here and now,
but I can’t say with certainty that I’m sitting there with them.
I’ll always be at arm’s length,
already halfway across spacetime
to the next star in Orion’s Belt.
Return to Orion
My return too Orion,
on an endless promise with no "best before"
i reach out.
I chose the colors of transit, from the pallet supplied; Violet over blue, deep grey fuelled by a white hot destiny!
The rise then fall oh! how calm the now:
No conection between its clock and the dust of passing days.
I attempt to slake a thirst so grim ;
Split lipped, throat bare!
Skin so thin as a veil, as film!
As a bare body!
Floating amongst the tides of stars,
and celestial Ghosts.
Only the disolving clock is visable, obscuring time "invisible" !
On the rushing elemental sleigh, speeding through the gushing air, while burning fire brushes my lips, the water of tears cools the re-birth, held in a palm, its time to depart, a flight on a perpetual journey.
See there marches Orion
With Sirius close at his feet
Tarrying not long in the air
To begin the midnight hunt.
His quickened breath congeals -
His boots crunch the fallen snow -
His eyes attempt to discern
Between tree and furtive shadow.
Mark the occasion and time
Of this harvest moon's fair
And note the dog's primal talent
For smelling blood and fear
Not to bring down a mighty elk
To quarter and tan its hide -
What they instead come upon
Is Aries in a clearing field.
My return too Orion on
an endless promise
with no "best before" i reach out.
I chose the colors of transit,
from the pallet supplied;
Violet over blue, deep grey
fuelled by a white hot destiny!
The rise then fall oh! how calm the now:
No conection between its clock
and the dust of passing days.
I attempt to slake a thirst so grim ;
split lipped, throat bare! skin so thin
as a veil, as film as a bare body!
floating amongst the tides of stars,
and celestial Ghosts. Only the disolving clock is visable, obscuring time "invisible"
On the rushing elemental sleigh speeding through the gushing air while burning fire brushes my lips the water of tears cools the re-birth, held in a palm, its time to depart, a flight on a perpetual journey.
When Apollo, God of Music, suspected his twin sister, Diana, Goddess of the Hunt, was involved in a romance with Orion, God of War, he tricked her into killing Orion. Heartbroken by what she had done, Diana transformed Orion into a constellation to forever grace the night sky.
Orion in the Heavens,
A constellation as pure
As the heart of the huntress
Whose love destroyed him.
Gone was the green of summer
though I never knew it so
wrapped in your mother's quilt
it never loved you more
Precious velvet ribbon dreams
left by a devoted lover
golden sunlit stitch in seams
fingers touching light all over
Caught watching an intimate moment
fiercely attentive to your task
long fingers delicately soothing
glorious calfling that you grasped
You have my word I'll come looking
though never by light of day
Pray Taurus and Orion may stop clashing
for two huddled under mid winter's sky
orions daughters
dance in clear skies
frosty lens
From Orion, this light has came. To traverse, around the Earth.
Hands glowing. What does is it mean, when they begin to beam!
From my hands, to my eye. My limits are as high as the sky.
Mission started: I am no ape; Can’t wait to whip this world into shape.
Here I come, you best be ready, I will make you all financially steady.
If health is your wealth, I hear your cries, I hope there will be no more lies.
Life, for me, has just begun. Them one percenters, better run.
Fast an loose, I bring the noose; Them one percenters, really should run.
Hear these words, I’ve heard yours; I’m sick to death, of all them bores.
When the time is right, in a bout four; I will show you, many an open door.
Until then, my light is near; Please oh please, persevere. Until then, my light is near; So see you soon, my little, my little dear.
Twinkle twinkle, little star, I wonder how I travelled sooo far.
From Orion, down to Earth, the white light, ever so bright.
Hands glowing, the colours of the rainbow.
I wondered what, oh what oh what, could these glowing hands could mean? Only for them to beam!
From my hands, to my eye. My limits are as high as the sky.
A mission started, I am no ape: Can’t wait to whip this world into shape.
Here I come, you best be ready, I will make you all financially steady.
If health is your wealth, I hear your cries, I hope there will be no more lies.
Life, for me, has just begun. Them one percenters, better run.
Fast an loose, I bring the noose. Them one percenters, really should run.
Hear these words, I’ve heard yours; I’m sick to death, of all them bores.
When the time is right, in a bout four; I will show you, many an open door.
Until then, my light is near; Please oh please, persevere. Until then, my light is near; So see you soon, my little, my little dear.
Edge glanced at the night sky and gasped
A combination of stars caught his eye, stopped his heart
Recall of these three stars: the belt of course!
There were other stars....he must know...
He ran to his room, tore the picture off the wall
Holding the reference against the sky's backdrop
Indeed, they each were there, and found in turn
Now tears filled his eyes
"It's real? It's real!" The proof there above
My name is Orion and he is there in the sky!
After five years on earth with Orion overhead
The exhilaration of discovery, a constellation; he cried
03/16/2020
Orion is my lover now
and will be till the winter’s done
The fickle sun can take a bow
Orion is my lover now
and I his winter field to plough
I yield. The darkness has begun
Orion is my lover now
and will be till the winter’s done
© Gail Foster 28th October 2018
Orion the quick,
Orion the brave,
Orion was nothing
Once upon a day.
Surrounded by warriors
All beard and all bite.
Those surly, strong,
Of imposing sight.
Orion was hungry;
His soul chipped away,
From unending nights
And unfriendly days
Brave hero turned slave
To misfortune, was he bound
But Orion was patient
Though his luck run aground
A clamor rose westward,
Soft breeze on the gale.
There were tales of strange beasts,
And fair maidens as well.
"Indecision may choke," said Orion in sand
"Foul luck may beset," said Orion on wood
"But only I may determine how that cards lay!"
He cried, the salt spray on his hood.
How cold you are, Orion, and how bright
Your belt of glittered stars, your hands and feet
As frost on stone and diamonds in the night
As ice on glass and statues in the street
I’m told you are a light from long ago
A huntsman froze before he made the kill
To rise in winter, rampant with his bow
To fall in spring, and die beneath the hill
How bold you are, and how you dominate
The sky between the Plough and Pleiades
The old canal, the bridge, the graveyard gate
The owls who haunt the shadows of the trees
Sing, Sirius, and all the stars divine!
How old you are, Orion, how you shine
© Gail Foster 9th December 2017
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