The Secret Admirer of the Spare Star
Who will approach the spare star
and wonder at its glitter?
Maybe the one who walks among the fields
without despising the gutter or the lane,
the split honour of being second best.
Roll like thunder,
release its lights –
the flashy line of godly might!
When all is dead and over,
you’ll pin the star to the museum wall
for visitors to stare bluntly into it.
(c) 2017, MK
Always enjoying the wordle poems. This one was written for the #331 Wordle Prompt on Brenda’s blog. I guess that’s the case with everybody, because you never know where words can take you in their whim.
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