After teasing and taunting them,
Flaunting my fledgling tail, skipping
And nipping between and behind
Their charcoal clouds I fell
From their ice-blue northern sky
And into the golden-hued south’s,
To shine in the Down Under’s sunset glow
Like a faerie trapped in amber.
At first only a few turned their eyes
Towards me; warned by northern
Friends and news reports that they ought
To look west after work where,
Lurking in the twilight
They’d find something glorious and new.
I watched them watching me,
Pointing, tracing the length of my tail
With shaking fingers, lingering
On sidewalks and quiet corners of streets.
And I knew I had them.
After countless millennia out in the cold
I felt bold now, and warmed by the Sun,
Delighting in my new celestial celebrity
I shook out my tail with glee, painting peacock veils
And streamers of cream and white light
Across their glossy southern sky!
Suddenly thousands were worshipping me,
Gathering on mountains and beaches to see
The Great Comet blazing in the burnished twilight,
A frozen fountain of silver and gold bursting high
Above their cities, harbours and towns..!
I do not want to go back out into The Cold,
To the void between worlds where this searing Sun
Is naught but a star. I want to stay
Here, with all of you, adored and feted; but my
Fate is to return to the Deep Dark
And watch this globe of wondrous white and blue
Recede into the gloom.
But until then I will shine!
My mock-aurora tail a silent flapping
Sail arcing o’er your heads as they shake
In disbelief at the sight of me.
“We’ll never see her like again”, I hear
you sighing as you watch
me gleam through the city-glow,
slowly setting behind the misty hills.
You never will.
© Stuart Atkinson 2007