Poetry: Catherine Cole

Catherine Cole
(For W.H. Auden)

Looking up at the stars I know quite well,
That I am seeing only the memory of them,
Is just a trick to draw my eyes up and up
Trying to name them
To find the bear or the belt.

Some stars hold words in their firmament
Cruel, hard, soft, sexy, bereft
Star chatter down the light years.
star gossip about the shameful and the good.
As if condemnation could change anything
A star chamber floating above my head,
Of my own nothingness.

We are related though
Those stars and me
And my atoms came from that star…
And that …
and I traverse the sky each night
Because stars rest
in my veins and my heart.
My lungs breathe stars
Star bursts are my eyes

That they are long extinct
Bothers me not
They are in me
As I fall towards my death

Catherine Cole is a writer and academic. She is currently Professor of Creative Writing at Liverpool John Moores University UK and an Honorary Professorial Fellow at the University of Wollongong, Australia. 
Email: ccole@uow.edu.au

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