Cantus ad Introitum


The first star, without pulse,

Tears through the blue haze and black.


Vainglorious, brilliant beauty,

It is a psalm falling from the tear,

An antiphon waiting a response.


Then stars, one by one by one, emerge

With a mastery of stillness,


The star’s soliloquy

Silenced by the the silence of firmament

Caught in night branches.

About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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