POETRY CORNER: Gold

Who put those fireflies in your eyes?
Was it the night sun, when the day was done?

Perhaps the burning ash, the fire had left

Or the melody from the treetops.

Do you know you are a day dream?

A mountain top, a noble steed

Colours of gold, blue and green

A stomach tied in knots.

Do you hear those echoes around you?

The wind whispers pure and true,

Are you wondering what when where and who?

The answer begins with you.

Illustration by Chloe Debonnaire.