{"id":641,"date":"2010-04-20T16:26:22","date_gmt":"2010-04-20T16:26:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=641"},"modified":"2010-04-20T16:26:22","modified_gmt":"2010-04-20T16:26:22","slug":"david-mohan-is-nursing-a-star","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/david-mohan-is-nursing-a-star\/","title":{"rendered":"David Mohan is nursing a star"},"content":{"rendered":"


Nursing a Star<\/span>


I wanted it to be mine.<\/span>
They said it was just a piece<\/span>
of broken rock. <\/span>
I said a meteorite.<\/span>
My dad threw it up<\/span>
and let it fall, a dead weight,<\/span>
but I knew it merely slept.<\/span>
At night I felt the echo of its radiance<\/span>
from the mantelpiece. Inside, I knew,<\/span>
an ember lived and glowed<\/span>
like a prehistoric egg.<\/span>
To me it had been born of the sky,<\/span>
was bred out of star dust.<\/span>
To me it had held court to the moon,<\/span>
had worn a dress of luxuriant light,<\/span>
had danced each night in the ballroom above.<\/span>
Held up, examined<\/span>
in naked daylight it looked as dry as granite, <\/span>
but I knew it was biding time on our planet –<\/span>
that it could last millennia<\/span>
until the time of bursting suns.<\/span>
I tried to feed it stories \u2013 reports from earth.<\/span>
I set it on a shelf to breath our climate.<\/span>
But it sat silent, a prophet to nothing,<\/span>
and when I nursed it back to a polish<\/span>
it sat dumb in my hand,<\/span>
bursting to shine like a lamp,<\/span>
or looked ready to explode,<\/span>
just like the little spark<\/span>
that hatched the dawn of time.<\/span>


* David Mohan<\/span> is a poet and short story writer based in Dublin, Ireland. <\/span>http:\/\/davidmohan.wordpress.com\/<\/a>

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Nursing a StarI wanted it to be mine.They said it was just a pieceof broken rock. I said a meteorite.My dad threw it upand let it fall, a dead weight,but I knew it merely slept.At night I felt the echo of its radiancefrom the mantelpiece. Inside, I knew,an ember lived and glowedlike a prehistoric egg.To […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=641"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}