Mars Ruby Hidden by Distance a furtive Orbit in mere Crayola Shades of red-orange imprecise lines Stepping from behind his warrish veil Bald-facedly inviting All fools and tourists To cast their Fate Oh! Rye on Slings and arrows Miss my fortune with thy Bow, thy dagger dangling careless Beside thy exhaustingly expansive Stride across that grand divide of Spring sky hunt my weary Eyes that search dark Skies for June
© Jilly’s 2016
Day 26 of 28 Days of Unreason
“On some clear nights in the country the stars can exhaust us”
~Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
Jilly's 
Another beautiful poem Jilly! I will have to come and re-read this one I think, I’d be interested to know what your thoughts were as you were writing it ☺
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Thank you, Zoe! The words of Jim Harrison have been fertile territory for writing. Since we are sky-watchers at our house, we have been focused on the nearness of our red planet. Thanks for reading 🙂 Jilly
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Stepping from behind his warrish veil
Bald-facedly inviting
All fools and tourists
To cast their
Fate
Mars eats dolts… Great word play in this poem, Jilly! You must hang with a wonderfully warped bunch of joke-and punsters! Or perhaps lawyers! Took me two readings to begin to catch your phrases.
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Like Oh! Rye on – you are a great hunter, my friend 🙂
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