To Stardust
An Entry into the Stream of Consciousness Vocal Challenge
"This is an end," she said
coming down from the tower
screams of despair echoing through the plumes
of dirt, dust - and yes through her very bones -
once thought made gold by the gods;
a pair forever annihilating each other in precarious balance.
How ridiculous our faith to be placed into something
so volatile, hanging on the threads of mutual destruction?
She questions it only now as her robes of white turn to rust -
robes for show, robes for ceremony - all that was and ever will be
falling into that black hole high up on the tower
( a black eye, a black death? )
and there with her arms outstretched - in supplication?
her fingers curling into claws of strung out ash;
"This is our end!"
What could I say to comfort the apostle
when I myself felt gravity like a chain
pulling me into the sky to touch the very gods?
( That black eye? )
I must reach out, regardless,
to hold her through to the end.
"Then let us be ground, you and I -
not to mere ash, but to stardust;
for that is all we ever were, and all we shall be."
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Author's Note:
I'm working on a new project. (:
Two more poems await your eyes: To the Depths & To Starfall
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Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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Comments (6)
Beautiful! I love your imagery
Very beautiful imagery. This poem reads almost like a lyrical story, pulling the reader in and making them want to know what happens next. I love the lines, “Then let us be ground, you and I - / not to mere ash, but to stardust”. There’s a shimmer of hope there among the pressure. Well done.
Very intriguing, good luck in the challenge 😁
The visual imagery in this poem is beautiful. I wish you luck and love for the challenge.
I loved the imagery you used, Amanda in this to bring this scene alive. "her robes of white turn to rust" is so striking! And your use of rhetorical questions shows that creative process too. Really enjoyed this.
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