Catching Silver

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – For Your Consideration:  Myths, Legends, or Fairy Tales
“Create a myth, legend, or fairy tale about falling stars.”

stars

The little boy saw them every night–falling stars–
silver disappearing into the earth. He could never
catch one. He tried butterfly nets, fishing poles,
and even a baseball mitt. The stars continued to slip
past him.

One night, he crawled out his window, looked up at
the sky, and shouted, “Why? “Why can’t I catch you?”
One enormous star heard his words, and as he danced
out of reach, he said, “We are vital in saving
the earth, worth more than gold. If you caught
one of us, everyone would be able to do so, and then
we would have no earth.” Large brown eyes of the boy
stared at the star. “I guess you are right,” he said.
“From now on I will be content to watch you fall,
and know you are doing important work.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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