A falling star is a raging, fatal assailant.
It is a flailing griffin,
tilting its nails.
Its gallant snarl is lifting air.
Its tail is rattling rain.
A falling star is astral graffiti
in glaring satins.
Its altar is in transit.
I sit in its glinting flint.
(‘Falling Star’ is a beau présent lipogram that uses only the
letters of its title.)
Lucy Dawkins is a British-American model and poetess. Her first collection, Stars Are Falling is forthcoming from Penteract Press in March 2020. She occasionally tweets poetry @lucykdawkins.
The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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