The Star that Forgot to Hold onto The Sky
The star opened her eyes as she fell sparkling through the chill, night sky. The other stars gleamed with a pale indifference as she streamed past them down and down toward the icy, city skyline.
The chimneys and rooftops huddled together in rusty shadows staring
up in disbelief. As the star plummeted she thought
The star , gathering pace all the time, began to spiral sending out
sparks of white radiance in every conceivable direction. A stream of
starlight cascaded down toward the grim stone and brick of
A grey owl watching from a hillside tree nodded wisely and whispered
to the old tree,
Under the tree a rabbit looked up anxiously twitching it's tiny , brown
Dear oh dear mumbled the ancient tree,
The owl shrugged and staring up hissed suddenly,
The star seemed to blur into the substance of the tree . Branches and
bark became silvery streaks that brightened the whole forest. Then the
bark of the tree began to open in tiny, definite cracks and the stars
brilliance shone through. The tree's branches seemed to lift up the
light throwing it back toward the heavens. The tree and the star became
one entity, shining, shining in rapture
Faraway in the city centre stood a silent, dark house. The rooms of
the house were shadowed and still. Furniture stood in the dark as if
waiting for a particular guest to arrive. The sound of the ticking came
from one distant room. The clock had been attached to the dusty wall
for many, many years . The hands of the old clock ticked in a remorseless
routine. No one listened to the ticking clock except for a tiny spider
Suddenly a gleam of light came from outside the window pane. Light streaked across the gloomy room. The spider scuttled over a pile of old books and stared in wonder at the window. Light streaked across the shadowy room, falling in a bright crescent on the far wall . The spider ran excitedly toward the window . It moved eagerly into the silver light that glowed on the dusty carpet . As it did the spider gleamed and felt a surge of ecstasy.
Across town other trees began to chatter and call to eachother. They
all longed to see the tree that gleamed.
The trees could barely contain their excitement.
The pavements and walls began to crackle and rustle . Colourful cracks
of light quickly spread in every direction. Soon the night began to
retreat , shadows chased one another in their
The stars in the sky glittered with delight. Even the moon gave his approval as the city became a place of illumination and radiance.
From old discarded newspapers ghostly words floated upward into the air, scattering sentences along alleys and roads. Words, gleaming, stuck to the bodies and faces of the war statues outside the rail station and in the city parks. The breeze carried fragments of words along railway tracks to other cities spelling out new perspectives, new explanations. From graveyards and mausoleums light burnt most brightly and the earth crumbled to ash as the dead spoke again.
Steam trains soon left their tracks to cross the sky, thundering between clouds and smoke.
The star and the tree were broken and united .
Disturbed by the chaotic beauty of the light ravens and crows and other night birds formed black clouds rising , rising into the skyline.
The houses crowded along a narrow alley leading to the station. The
day shone above them with a brittle intensity. The city was quiet still
absorbing the news of the 'star tree'.
True enough after the 'star tree' faded no further light ever came
to the city . Morning never returned as the star beside the moon had