The Dark Star

This is a new piece from my second collection of random poetry. It combines antique paper (a receipt from 1866), blue ink, and images cut or torn from magazines.

When I assembled the poem, the words ‘dark star’ stood out, and I knew exactly what I wanted to depict: a desolate planet lost in the darkness of the starless abyss – a terrifying place; and a giant door magically opening onto home, seemingly the only hope and source of light.

Only a few though will not take the easy road home.

But in the deadly new worlds drastic millions head for the hills
and take the door that will open
the only way home from the dark star
But nothing will move on those who hope
Tomorrow’s triumph is our future.