I love you as a star
Loves dying, punctured grey
All I know is there
Are star-like moulded clay
Stars never truly die
They never fade away
When the smell of you faded
It punctured,
Fizzing grey
What ends with us?
Firing stars
Nothing ends with love
Starry and gay.
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Comments (2)
Beautifully written.
Stars never truly die. Beautiful poem. Well Done!!1