“Powerful gushers of energy from seething stars can sculpt eerie-looking figures with long, flowing veils of gas and dust. One striking example is “the Ghost of Cassiopeia,” officially known as IC 63, located 550 light-years away in the constellation Cassiopeia the Queen.” Image Credits: NASA, ESA and STScI; Acknowledgment: H. Arab (University of Strasbourg)
She sees home
in the poetry surrounding her,
listens to a laughing ghost
kissing the perfumed sky,
sails it, this smoky magic
dazzled with if.
How to make it linger?
Here was born dark–
yet from it
brilliant angels wake,
and smile.
My message from the Oracle today.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Oooooh! I like this! And we are on the same track again—you got Cassiopeia, I got Prometheus. You got brilliant angels, I got roses.
Thank you. I’m off to read yours now.
🙂
Beautifully done
Thank you very much, Derrick!
I agree with Derrick, beautiful Merril.
Thank you, Jill!
The selection of the word “here” is eerily parallel in our poems. She’s sailing through the mirror in this one. (K)
Oh you’re right! I had noticed “home,” but not here.
Great post 🙂
Poem and photo fit together perfectly! Just love it 🙂
This is absolutely lovely!
Thank you! 🙂
This has hope from the darkness born into a laughing, kissing magical life. The senses are heightened with your inclusion of perfume and smoky dazzle. . . Ending is lovely, Merril.
Thank you very much for coming over here to leave such a nice comment, Robin.