We are trapped 
in the revolution of the earth 
around a fiery star.

We rise with it, 
praise its bright light and heat, 
let it guide us from afar,

and when its radiance 
is spent, all that’s left 
is its phantom, pale and lunar.

Kim M. Russell, 17th April 2023

Image by Jordan Conner on Unsplash

Written for this Monday’s Quadrille, which I am hosting over at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are starting a revolution with 44 words.

For anyone who is new to the form, the Quadrille is when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words.


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