FOR 4-15-26 CS AT THE EDGE OF 78

 

Want a special birthday present

Maybe my brass planisphere

For the Northern hemisphere

Could show magical constellations

(Painted in Enamel)

Touch one and I’m suddenly there

Square Corvid filled with cawing crows

Colorful glass and deep black feathers

Laid at my feet in neat rows

Touch Corona and I’m queen for the day

The crown tossed into the heavens

By a love-sick Greek god

Landing on my braid so tangled

Everything so star-spangled

Touch the heel of Orion

And his trusty dog wags his tail

Sloppy birthday kisses as I laugh with glee

Someone actually fussing over me

10 days before the day

So hard to wait

When I’m at the edge of 78…

 

©2026 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: paraphrasing song title by Stevie Nicks

CS at the Edge of 78/Enamel Planisphere