CCAAlison R. Taylor
The crinoid ossicles are shaped like stars
They bubble up in hidden holy springs
Some say they’re fossilised elderflowers
Or spinal discs of ancient flying things
They come when they hear children passing there
A girl retrieves them on her way back home
Not knowing that they listened just to her
They call in flashes from the gravelly foam
They knew she needed fortified star blades
They recognised the sadness in her song
She puts them in her satchel to evade
Dark eyes; these armoured flowers make her strong
Then at bed time she turns them in her hands
And knows the constellations understand.
Rebecca Lyon is a writer/performer based in Hampshire. The Yellow Box, which she co-devised with Nicole Le Jeune and Fatima Pantoja toured earlier this year and her short play, Alan, was performed as part of Heavy Weather Theatre’s new writing festival at the Etcetera Theatre in Camden. Her work has appeared in Spelk, Visual Verse and the Stare’s Nest and she does love a bit of open mic.