Northern Lights

There is a night sky where rivers abound,

Streams of stars and gases and sound.

It’s green at first, then purple in hue,

A cacophony dancing, resounding for you.

 

The crackle and sway are what hold you most;

The mutable, sparkling and fluid host

Marches and swims, explodes and flows

In one of its rare and spectacular shows.

 

Lights, they call them, The Lights of the North,

As if that’s all these things are worth,

But who on earth can truly describe

The sights, sounds and electric vibes

 

That course inimitably through darkened skies.

Against untold blackness illumination vies;

It elbows for space, then swirls to fit

In its corner of ocean, a shoal which emits

 

One loud, lasting reprimand to all who behold �"

‘You are children, so young, in the face of the old.’

Reviews

[JenniferMarie]

Very nice images. I could picture the northern lights and the environment. I enjoyed reading. Thank you for sharing.

[J. Rose]

Much like Lucy, I've always wanted to see the Nothern Lights, and this makes me want to see them even more. Well done!!

[Tess Nicholls]

Thanks! I'm glad the words made sense - there's no way to describe it properly. I hope you get to see them sometime:)

[Lucy Allison]

I've always wanted to see the Northern Lights, and this poem makes them sound all the more appealing. Thanks for sharing!