Starry Night

– And when the sun went down
and daylight ceased to warm our terracotta rooves,
in dribs and drabs, the people returned to their rooms
and left Sol Invictus to sink into the ground.

I lingered, bidding Sol stay a little longer
but he did not hear, and continued his slow retreat
through trees and hedges. It was only when I turned to leave
that the true lights of the sky began their song:

Tiny suns in hard-to-reach places
lit up the sky in a twinkling gleam
above the city and surrounding places,
painting swirls and smudges of yellow and cream.
Were it not for the nip of the wind on my face,
I would have stayed there, to think or to dream.

Today, I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars. You may find inspiration in this website that lists constellations, while also providing information on the myths associated with each one, as well as other salient information. Your poem could be informed by those myths or historical details, by the shapes or names of the constellations, or by childhood memories of seeing them. Any form or style will do. (

Today’s poem is a little pithy for my liking, but it is 23:10 and I’ve sort of run out of time on this one! When I’ve cleaned and edited it up, it should be an ekphrastic poem based on Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night”. For now, though, this is the best I could do!

Happy writing! 🙂