The Starmaker paused
On the cusp of the day.
She straightened the sky;
Sent the sun on her way.
She welcomed the moon
And he tipped her his grin.
Only once he was settled
Then she could begin.
With great sweeping motions
And a flick of her wrist,
Her eyes truly sparkled
As stars came exist.
She twirled and she twisted
Until she was spent
Leaving a sprinkle of glitter
Wherever she went.
The Starmaker is a fairytale poem by Ms Moem.
