Vincent's Stars by Heather Browne

Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh, 1889.

Vincent's Stars

Did you get lost?
Lost in swirl of swirl
Cobalt blue sweeping ocean
Strokes upon the sky
 
Were you drawn in?
Big mustard moon hanging
Hanging heavy within your sun-shaped star
Spiraling in pulse, above
Your quiet little town
 
Your sky throbs. 
It throbs and rolls bloody veins  
Fiercely pulsating
Turbulent sky
 
I barely see your neat sleeping town, nestled, snug
Roofs smooth as rosary beads
Poking, that sharp steeple pricking
Your already tormented sky
 
And you Mr. Poplar, the sentry guard
Of charcoal mane and lion’s roar,
Do you reach high
High up to other worlds
Other minds
Lost in your turbulent starry sky?

Heather Browne

This poem was previously published by the Poetry Quarterly

Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist, recently nominated for the Pushcart Award, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, Electric Windmill, Apeiron, The Lake, Knot, mad swirl.  Red Dashboard  released her first collection, Directions of Folding.

Follow her: www.thehealedheart.net