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If I had to choose his name
I would call him Jupiter.
He is twice as big as the others
Strong markings
He thinks everything
Revolves around him.
He has gravity
He causes storms
He has a great spot
On his nose!
He eats passing objects
He comes out at night.
Jupiter it is!
Like a firework
You spark the garden
Into flame.
Stars sparkle
In a green universe
You are galaxies
Of delight
Light pouring through
Liquid sun
Shadows thrown
Lens flare
So bright it hurts
Green and grey
Inside warmth
Outside, cold and bright.
Southern star
Shine bright.
Sunlight
Sunshine
Sunlight, star shine
December blue
New month
End of year
Finding warmth
Snuggling beneath blankets
Cats curl their tails
Round your hand
Decorations in windows
And hanging down
Like icicles.
Season to be merry
Or sad….
Mid winter arrived
Before you knew it
And passed slowly
Into a foggy grey
New year
A lion was waiting on a roundabout when it saw a disco ball in a hall window… The light from the sun reflected off it and made tiny stars sparkle off every surface. The magic it set off created a bronze dragon, which unfortunately was only tiny. It was seen by a bag in the shape of an owl. Which swallowed the dragon whole. The owl then grew new feathers of purple and blue wax. It flew over a lake with oriental buildings and trees. It followed an orange man walking backwards with his legs sticking through the bottom of a boat. Two people watched on in horror. Finally all the owls toy cushion friends stood and applauded as it flew in and landed quietly and quickly in the corner.
Yes that is a lot of silly words, but I’d gathered these odd photos together and wanted to describe them. Not much of a story really!
Star twinkle
Glowing up there
Are you a sun, moon or planet.
Shooting through the black
High above the horizon?
Meteor or satellite,
Asteroid, or comet?
Seen in a telescope
Or by naked eye.
It’s all fascinating,
Building blocks
Of a solar system
Galaxy,
Universe.
From big bang,
To slow heat death.
I decided to try and make a badge from a craft kit that I bought last year off Belinda Latimer Designs to take my mind off things….
An hour later I’ve got a star made of vintage cloth, a couple of buttons and some felt and colourful threads. The kit also comes with a clip to sew on the back so I can wear it. The original patterns are a heart, a butterfly shape and a little bird shape, but I fancied doing a star. The only trouble was the vintage cotton which did fray, but I think I conquered it. Not perfect but relaxing. X
Betelguse the star is shrinking.
Fainting they say.
On the shoulder of Orion,
it’s getting fainter.
Red Giant,
stellar wonder,
obese and middle aged?
Perhaps your sides are about to split.
Red Giants can’t stay inflated.
They use up all their fuel.
Puffed up and massive.
Suddenly they can pop like a balloon.
Not enough energy to push out,
the star will fall inwards,
then boom!
Bounce out…
In a million years or so?
You might be a Supernova!
Make a Betelguse nebula.
Then Orions shoulder will flower.
And we may see an exploding star.
The first in the Milky-way since 1604.
How odd, she thought. The sky was just red in one patch. The rest was grey. And the red was in the wrong place. Not easterly where the sun rises but north easterly.
She went downstairs to make a coffee. The red glow had increased in the few seconds that it had taken to get to the kitchen. She looked out over the garden The leaves on the trees were tinged with red.
What was going on? She turned on the radio. It crackled to life but the reception was really bad. She heard the announcers voice through the hiss.
“The star we.. Nova…. It is about …. Milli… Miles away……….. No threat to life but…. .May see two shado…… The eff… Ct on Radio and TV… Ignals is ex… Ted to worsen…… Gamma Ray’s hav… Ready hit.
Small loss of…………. Expected. Stay . Uned.
She switched off the radio. We’ve been star struck she thought irreverently.
Funny how the light shines in this glade she thought. The trees and the beach look pink and purple. It must be the weather. Then she looked up to where the sun should be, but the star she saw was red, like the sun when you see it through thick clouds on the horizon. But this star was small and high up in the sky. She could tell it wasn’t her sun. You could actually look at it without being blinded.
She tried to remember how she had got here, what had happened to her? All she could think of was the lights in the sky the night before. Not meteors but green flashes, like falling fireworks. Yes, then something had lifted her up and everything had gone dark and silent….
Where am I? Where have I been brought to? she thought, this place is so peaceful, so quiet. Then she realised what was missing, birdsong, insects churring, the everyday sound of traffic… Wherever she was she knew now it was alien. It could not be Earth.
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt here
Mallaband-Brown