The Dipper

Those night black mountains,
where the sun dares not tread,
where the moon dares not gaze,
and the plains folk have no interest either.

When the clouds part,
and the dipper shines bright,
only then a path appears,
which the plains folk will not see.

Those night black mountains,
alive with dragon fire flares,
the cradle of ancient blaze,
and the plains folk remain oblivious to the sublime.

2011-05Andreo_BigDipper7k~~~

Image found here: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap110624.html

NaPoWriMo day 14. Wherein poems have been mashed together.

 

 

About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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One Response to The Dipper

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Bangers and mash. Lovely!

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