That night, I tied a tiny string to each of the stars
and pulled them down towards the earth
in a big bundle, like a flower bouquet
They left trails in the jelly sky
and tangled on the wisps of clouds
A few even clanged into each other
and the sound was like a bell
So, I pulled harder
Wrapped the strings around my fist
and let them cut into my pale cold flesh
Finally, my efforts came to fruition
and a single star floated down into the troposphere
I cradled it in my arms and sang to it
– until it burst –
and the embers dissipated in the
milky night
Linnea Cooley is a poet residing in the Washington D.C. area. Her poetry appears in Neologism Poetry Journal, Boston Accent Lit, and Anti-Heroin Chic among others. More of her work can be seen on her website, linneacooley.weebly.com.
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Ali Jones is a teacher and mother of three. Her work has appeared in Fire, Poetry Rivals, Strange Poetry, Ink Sweat and Tears, Snakeskin Poetry, Atrium,
Roma Havers is a Manchester-based poet, currently in her third year of an Drama and English degree at The University of Manchester where she is the Books Editor for The Mancunion and Chair of the Creative Writing Society. She performs regularly at spoken word nights, and events such as Reclaim the Night and UniPresents.