
In the deepest dark
of night, who am I
to complain
if the only comfort
a blanket,
adjusted so,
to keep the shivering
at bay.
In the deepest dark
of night, who am I
to complain
if the only comfort
a blanket,
adjusted so,
to keep the shivering
at bay.
You will not find these
seven grouped in your
celestial atlas,
though they do ride
the ecliptic arc,
appearing south south east
near eight pm this mid
January night.
War goddess, raised spear
about to thrust down
and slay some monster below.
No? Do tell.
What do you make of it?
There are no wrong answers.
A constellation
but the imagination
wrapping itself
around a pattern like this.