somonauk

At my first 3-Minute Poetry event, I wrote a poem for a boy who wore an onyx ring. I remembered it vividly since he also loved studying the universe. The ring his father had given him served as a perfect metaphor for gripping the endless possibilities in the black sky.

Guess who turned up at this event! Yep. He still loves space, only now the mysteries are greater, deeper, complex.

We've made a pact to do this poem thing every year. I put the date on this one. I can't wait to hear all about what next year held for him.

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