Concrete Poem: Dancing with the Stars by Clara Shoemaker

Concrete Poem:

dAnCing with the stArs by Clara Shoemaker

T iny dots, Stars, Bright Sprinkles In a black Backdrop like Miniscule splatters Of paint on a black Canvas. They are frosty blue, violet, red, orange, yellow, white, big and bright,

Small and faint. I love them. I could stare at them forever. They make Shapes in the sky of unicorns and lions and crabs and hunters. There are stories in the sky. A lady riding a horse gallops Through a starry forest. A dragon breathes a Sparkling flame of twinkling sparks. I see the Dippers and the Dogs And the Bears and the Scales. If I stare too long the stars dance And twirl in twinkling patterns on a Dark stage. I look so hard the stars Wink at me like a million eyes in A large, kindly creature’s head. I wink back. I start to feel a twirling sensation, And I a m danc Ing w ith the st ars.