Prompt: rill, pen, Krypton, gossamer, crescendo, supine, inspid.

Here is the post filled out by twenty odd poets on substack:

The tribal pen

Here is my submission :

Supine.
Held in the arms of earth
Betwix the mouldering leaves 
And the ever opening night.

Look up at static stars.
Unreactive like Krypton.
Who just glows.

They burn.
And watch.

Take a pen.
Connect the dots with a gossamer thread.
Spilling from the rill
The Milky Way remembers .


Trace the constellations
Insipid dread.

I have done this so many times.

Little Dipper, big.
Orion’s Belt
And the tip of the right shoulder.
Betelgeuse.
Red orange.
A long way out
Reaching its crescendo.

They say it will be visible during the day
At its final ovation.

After burning for millions of years
It will explode ecstatic.
And then collapse to dark embers.


A dying star.
Does it find release in the end?

This is a fun exercise provided by Sacchrum on substack.

It is interesting to see the different places the word prompt takes each writer .

I a, enjoying participating in that community.