Of Stars and Stockings

The time of year to go flying to anywhere and nowhere. The time of year to dream
of far away places, somewhere warm and leisurely with no snow to shovel (if you live in the Northern Hemisphere). You can’t get much further away than the stars, good to walk on, or eat …



I walk woollen-socked                                            IMG_7869 blog'11 family socks
stars falling from heels
raining through haloes of colour
red, gold, ultramarine, yellow
puce, amber, lime, scarlet…
scatterings of improbable snow

I pick stars, taste them —
honey and lemon
vinegar and rosemary

planets crack in my hands
sing in my head
ragtime and ocean-waves

my feet flamenco
under the Hunter’s hand
the Great Bear bows to me


first published in Alternative Harmonies

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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