Inside a Star
The fleeting, yes, my heart’s desire
the barely-there, a wraith.
Ephemera whispers on the wind
impermanence, my faith.
I tremble before the eternal
faced with nature’s stand,
beneath a soaring mountain
being scoured and withered to sand.
In the shadow of mighty forever
I teeter above the abyss:
toes inching and sending down trickles
the landslides remind me of this.
I sleep in perfect hollows
and cut my teeth on bone,
the glory of calcification
rolls in my mouth, I am home!
Cascading the ones gone before me
throughout my own blood by their dust,
absorbing a lifetime in seconds
turning my fillings to rust.
Temporal consumption thus rendered
my heart winds to stillness sublime,
how quickly we flash to our endings
how rapid the animal time.
I'm Kirsty. I've been writing poetry, prose, essays and journals for as long as I can recall.
I write because I know no other way to make sense of the world. Sometimes I can unravel my thoughts and explain myself in one sentence. Most often a few paragraphs will do and very occasionally I have to run the pen dry before I find any peace.
This is a little collection of writing. It changes often and isn't designed to be exhaustive: never put all your thoughts on one website, you may want to be someone else tomorrow.