Starlight Musings

Just re-posting a very early poem from my first couple of weeks blogging because a conversation with a friend reminded me of it (for some reason that is too hard to explain). Anyway, for the many of you I hadn’t yet met in wordpress when I first posted it, I hope you enjoy the poem. For those of you who have seen it already, I hope you forgive me the indulgence of re-posting 🙂



Mathematical precision
A melody
trembles into being

A solar system
aches with possibility
to communicate

All these stars
once gods and devils
splayed above

Visions and madness
Could this be
a type of love?


On Tuesday
the writer paused
to hear a rumbling within

Down corridors
encircled by age,
a memory lingered

That night
gazing above
he remembers a face

Recalls the feeling,
the texture
But not the time or place


Across the universe
a hand reaches
wreathed in gold

Every hour we waited
seems now only
a moment

Sheer electricity
hums discordant themes
of yesterday

A hero falls
upon a mythic sword
somewhere far away


Dark-eyed, iris-less
Muted speech
Nothing is real

We would have spoken
if you’d listened
so long ago

The atmosphere is dense
with longing
and some after-taste

Civilisations rise
on some errant meme
then are laid to waste


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About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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