all the stars are falling
(leonids – 1833)
the night they said pickles
glowed in their jars,
silver cutlery shivered blue,
while outside the cock
crowed, bleary eyed
and the corralled horses
ran and ran in circles.
the sky was alight, heavens afire,
the land filled with un-natural morning.
preachers and unbelievers alike,
their hair undone, staggered
from their beds, fell to their knees,
bibles clutched to their chests
in the certainty of the end of days.
there were those who would
not look, who feared trickery
or god’s angry vengeance, who
bolted doors, shuttered shutters,
shackled their slaves, ordered
women and children to back rooms,
oiled their guns and sat in darkness.
then there were those others,
whose children scattered squealing,
returned to swear they had seen
the place a star had fallen
while their parents stood
at their doors, hand in hand,
eyes raised, star-filled,
to the wonderful sky.
Morgan Downie writes short stories and poetry and is a visual artist. He is also a cyclist and a botanical and invertebrate recorder. He likes looking up at the stars but does so with more enthusiasm than skill. His published work includes stone and sea and distances, a Romanian- English photopoetry collection. http://morgandownie.com/