National Poetry Day - Stars

Notepad and Pen

Today apparently is National Poetry Day. Oliver's homework this week was to find his favourite poem in mark of the occasion. He is nearly six, poetry isn’t quite clearly defined yet in his vocabulary, but I thought that well, if it was good enough for him it was certainly good enough for me. So to mark the occasion, I’ve had a go and written a poem.

Firstly, poetry is hard! If the word ‘poem’ is unknown to a six year old vocabulary then the terms; Villanelle, Triolet, Amphimacer Meter; Iambic Pentameter and so many others are strangely foreign to me. But that’s what days like today are for. To get people learning, understanding and appreciating an art form which is difficult to master but beautiful to read and listen to.

Today’s theme then is ‘Stars’ and my poem on the subject was based upon the thought that when we die, heaven gains another star. I should also tell you, that I had some guidance, took some advice and was advised by a true professional. I work with a proper poet, a chap named Rishi Dastidar who is known as the ‘poet of adland’ and has had much of his work published. A big thank you then Sir for your advice and encouragement!

I hope you enjoy it and even more so, I hope you also write something poetic about stars or anything else for that matter.

Stars


Treasure chest memories etched into the night,
Constellations are collections of consolation,
Peeking upwards, silvery threads of light,

An infinite sky measured by immortal height,
Monochrome pencils, paint faces with perception.
Treasure chest memories etched into the night,

Lost pilgrim friends and fathers, discernibly bright.
Canis Major barks loudly, the canine conception,
Peeking upwards, silvery threads of light.

Ursa Major, Great Bear, a loyal fierce knight,
Requiem for the romantic, a sentimental recollection,
Treasure chest memories etched into the night,

Adverts for heaven, visions of God’s might.
Dystopian deity, dismissive dissections,
Peeking upwards, silvery threads of light.

Bereaved witnesses, married in grief, unite,
Impressions imprinted, measured imperfections.
Treasure chest memories etched into the night.
Peeking upwards, silvery threads of light.

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