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Shooting Stars<\/strong><\/p>\n Stars were a matter of faith, Best night for meteors, he said, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Annie Fisher<\/strong> is a storyteller based in Somerset. She enjoys writing both serious and light poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Shooting Stars Stars were a matter of faith, star of wonder, star of light, till one August night when she walked with a boy down a Gloucestershire lane, and he told her star stories, taught her star names, Lyra, Libra, Cassiopeia, pagan, lovely and strange; they might have been girls he had […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5590","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5590","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5590"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5590\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5593,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5590\/revisions\/5593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5590"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5590"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5590"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstar of wonder, star of light,
\ntill one August night
\nwhen she walked with a boy
\ndown a Gloucestershire lane,
\nand he told her star stories,
\ntaught her star names,
\nLyra, Libra, Cassiopeia,
\npagan, lovely and strange;
\nthey might have been girls he had loved.<\/p>\n
\nand as if they had heard him, they came:
\nsome were ghost flames, half-believed,
\nWas that one? Did you see?
\nSilver shocks at the edge of her eye.
\nOthers trailed ribbons of white
\nthrough the sky, made her gasp
\nwith delight: Look at me!
\nShe counted each pearly bright bead
\nas it dived into darkness.<\/p>\n