Orion’s Belt

You had three dark spots
in a line
down your back,
more or less in line
with your gently curving spine.

Your very own Orion’s belt
you used to call it.
Each one of us,
you would say,
has our own constellation,
we have but to find it.

I didn’t care for it much,
I have to say,
but I liked the way
the corners of your mouth
turned up when you frowned,
so I stayed quiet.

But now,
when I look up to the night sky,
I find myself tracing you out,
amongst the stars.

4 comments

  1. mrpresto · August 29, 2009

    Great piece of writing! I love the final stanza…that really makes this poem great.

  2. zaphodfreek · August 29, 2009

    Thanks.

  3. howard · September 6, 2009

    beautiful. the kind of thing I wish I’d written (and I’ve tried).

  4. zaphodfreek · September 7, 2009

    Thanks Howard.

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