Nodding in the nithered gale:
the Snowdrop,
alien to the
snowdrift;
and the aurora
danced:
The native Star
gave welcome,
entertaining
with its charged prowess;
trusting in its
universal beauty;
chancing at the
fancies of a stranger;
flamboyant in
the greeting of its guest.
The Snowdrop,
its petals hued
in green reciprocation,
swayed in
newly-breathing atmospheres
to the host’s magnetic,
silent, dulcet music
that bathed the
drift dramatic for no other.
No other had
prevailed the entry’s heat.
There was
matter scattered soot-like in the snow,
which covered
over seed and afterglow.
The system
radiated speculation:
Native moons
above rubbernecked
throughout
their ancient, inching transit
through
constellations yet to bear a story;
for no
raconteurs were crammed aboard the vanguard.
The plants
contained were strains
bereft of
sentient brains.
So the Star and
Snowdrop interact;
they dance
till engineered fortitude succumbs
and wilts the only flower in a parsec.
Chris Harland
Chris Harland is a writer and performer based in Newcastle
Upon Tyne. Born in West Durham,
he is a regular face on
the North East spoken
word scene. His delivery has been
described as both energetic
and intense with theatrical leanings.
He can be found performing
at poetry events up and down
the country.
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