Writers Harbor

to paraphrase an old song: "It's my birthday, and I'll rhyme if I want to."

I scribbled a poem. I love astronomy. Seen this image? Innit awesome…









Cepheus Flare



I am old,

But Patiently,

over millions of years,

And light years wide

Without blood or tears

I grew my wings.



No-one died

Across my divide

And no-one sighed

Past dusty rings

Newly detected

So dimly reflected

By a hesitant light.



So why does Man

Only newly here

engineer



fear







Francis Meyrick