lucky stars
by Bridie Wilkinson
Count your lucky stars
put them in your pocket
never let them fade away
beginners luck happens once
and sometimes she’s not a lady
so it turns rotten
starry points rip at pocket seams
and clear eyes and full hearts lose
It’s a tough break
the devil’s own
leaving you out of hand
But, draw again.
Strike whilst hot
find the people
who lucked out with you
have sense
to know acceptance
is a certain form of protest
We can shake hands
with our fingers crossed
behind our backs
and if we can count the stars,
we can ask for the moon again.
Glimmering with the dust
that still lines our pockets
for there are more seasons to come
and we have work to do.
Bridie Wilkinson | @bridifer | Russian Novel
Co-founder of Dear Damsels, unable to process events without writing a poem.