(Poem 282 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Her celestial body
is draped
in gossamer galaxies
and lacy luminosities
with flecks of infinite
cosmic dust
and gauzy strands
of nebulae birthing
baby stars.
Her swaying form
catapults asteroids
across the billowy
folds of organza
and satin,
hurtling dark matter
across crests
of supernovae,
bespeckling interstellar silk.
@Home Studio – 282nd poem of the year
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