Silver and Gold by Zoe Mathers

Happy Friday!

I guess Friday’s have become my posting day and I am proud of myself for keeping up with it for the past three or so weeks. Actually, that’s partly a lie because I posted it on Thursday last week. Nonetheless, I’ve been posting!

Today, I have another creative writing piece I wanted to share. This is a poem I wrote last year but it was a lot of fun so I decided it would be a good post for this week. Also, since I have been actively writing (for once), I thought it would be nice to show that!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I have a “My Writing” subheading now and you can find it on my home page! It has links to essays, poems, short stories, and some of my favourite blog posts written by me so check that out if you want 🙂


Night bleeds victory in rushing streams

Across the sky

Like a snapped pen

Spilling black ink

Across a blue shirt.

 

The united army of silver ascends the sky

Moon and stars geared and sheathed

For vicious combat

Against the golden sun.

 

Silver swords

Against golden guns

And for once

The blade proves mightier.

 

Stars spin

To the jig of freedom

While the moon shifts in the worn fabric

Of her returned throne.

All forget the bitter tang of mortality,

All ignore the thunderous ticking

Of the watchful sunrays below the horizon

Like the shifting hands of a clock.

For their time is finite

And then divided

In this raging sea

Of darkness.

 

But the moon,

The playful and silver queen,

Has tasted a sugar, sweet drop

Dripping from the spout of the endless spiral

Of “what if?”

 

What if

The sun never again conquers

The night?

 

What if

The sky never again glows golden

With warmth?

 

What if

The moon seizes the opposing thrones

Of twisting shadows

And blazing light?

Birthing a world

Where she keeps her crown

And the stars continue their whirling,

Their twirling,

Their swirling,

Like victims of faerie fruit

Never pausing their dance

Until Death snuffs their lights.

 

But what if

They are the prey

In the sun’s vigilant hunt?

 

What if

They are already snagged in his web

Points and curves caught between

His golden threads?

 

What if

Those streaks of “shooting stars”

Are not their clumsy friends

But the sun’s stream of bullets

Splintering the darkness

Into jagged and golden shards

Of war?

 

Shocked by the sun’s sudden blinding glare

As the final stroke hits dawn

The silver queen tumbles from her throne

Her screams stolen by the fleeing night

Her silver beauty outshone by morning light

Her name fading

With the retreating silver stars

And paling sky

Who glance back to see the round body

Of their queen

Slip into the abyss

Of her black sea

And “what ifs?”


I love writing about the sky, specifically the night sky, which is what inspired this poem. Obviously. I am also 99% sure it was one of the pieces I added to my creative writing portfolio for a scholarship I applied to last year. Since I got the scholarship, I am assuming the poem is not half bad but let me know what you think in the comments!

Also, don’t forget to check out my last blog post as well as my social media accounts which are all linked down below for more updates on my writing and reading.

Thanks for reading 🙂

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