I spent the last several days wracking my brain for something to post today. Perhaps due to the emotionally jarring events in Boston and Texas this past week, I have felt neither clever nor funny. So when all else fails, I shall give you poetry. I dug around in the recesses of my old writings and found this fantasy piece, which turns out to be appropriate for the Lyrid meteor shower that’s been going on this weekend. Hope you enjoy.
“The Night Archer”
Beyond the reach of city lights,
a black velvet canvas opens up
into a vast hunting ground.
Aries, Draco, Phoenix—
pin pricks strung together
with invisible twine.
Artemis draws back her bow;
the crescent moon arches.
The bowstring twangs, vibrating
the air as her comet strikes
Leo, shattering into shards
that flicker to the ground like dust.
No bouquet can match the stars that blossom
from her quiver, nor any crown wrap
the tresses of her starlight strands.
Did anyone get up before dawn to see the stars in action?
When her kingdom’s former enemy suspects their princess is a budding dreamwalker, Lexa is drafted out of retirement and sent to Teltania to train the twelve-year-old girl. But hidden agendas complicate her mission, and Lexa doesn’t know whom to trust. Meanwhile, her own dreamwalking powers are waning when she needs them most. Can Lexa decipher the mysteries at every turn, or will the dreamscape claim yet another dreamwalker?