Poetry Poker Deal: star, board, alone, character, epitome
Once I was a star catcher
with a soul made of light and dust
and a future made of fire,
but darkness plucked my feathers
and stole my heavenly wings.
Now my heart is cracked and stacked with facts
and boards and chores and broken things,
my soul alone without the light–
the epitome of fallen dreams.
Play with me! Write your own poem using these five words and post it in the comments. If I like it, I will send you a set of decks.