Twilight Kissed: A Poem

Hi readers! This is a poem about the sky, in particular those skies that inspire us to just look up in dumbstruck wonder. Hope you enjoy it (see full poem below the image).

Photo by Jess Vide from Pexels

Twilight Kissed by Shreya Manna

Who wove this fabric, this work of art

That stretches across the sky?

Is it a sheet of silk, or cotton, or superhuman cloudmilk?

I want to run my hand across that one smooth spread

Of marina beach blue to soft orange-pink.

At twilight, an invisible queen floats into view:

The clouds are the trail of her ballgown

Her cloak is a wisp in the air

Look up and wave and smile

Before she glides onward, endlessly, elsewhere

As always, a heartfelt thank you for reading,