Poem: ‘Queen of The Night’
Rio Sullivan | 11 March 2020 | 1 min
Poem written in celebration of the 50th anniversary of the moon landing
She wears the tapestry of twilight
As a shimmering, sequined shroud;
Pale opal emblazoned by starlight
And the lingering spectre of cloud.
Wax to wane, she silently presides
Over humanity’s unfaltering maze;
Tending to the seasons and tides,
Caressed by an amethyst haze.
Symbol of illusion and change,
Of doubt, confusion and sorrow;
All that is intoxicating and strange,
The hope of a sweeter tomorrow.
Guarding the threshold of the Unseen
I wonder what mystery she conceals?
What wisdom holds the ancient Queen
In all the hands of Fortune she deals?
If her sumptuous sky was to shatter
Into an ocean of obsidian shards,
If its inky fragments were to scatter
Across the cosmos like cards
Would she gather its pieces in jars
And reweave the fabric of Night?
Sew its seams with smoke and stars
And a pearly-white needle of light?
Poised to forever play her part
Stoic actress upon stellar stage
Mysterious marvel of arcane art,
To eternally shine and never age.
