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Cosmic Caper

by Sultana Raza

None had advised him how to jump tree-tops,
Or to play hop-scotch between fields and copse.

None had said he would tumble free through clouds,
Hide and seek with bees through fragrant crowds.

None had talked about coral rainbow slides,
Or how to race through grand galactic tides.

None had warned against stupendous sound waves,
Echoes in marvellous meteor’s caves.

None had thrilled about star-beamed tarpaulin,
Or how siren songs in pearls are pooled in.

None had sent stubs for star-filled orchestras,
Meteor showers, extravaganzas.

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None had warned about roving nebulae,
Lost in exultation, at their array.

None had marvelled at birth of galaxies,
Or lilting tunes of swaying, spangled seas.

None had disclosed by comets he’d be shot,
New exhilarations he’d deftly caught.

None had exposed new colours, curly songs,
Or subtle cosmic scents of orbs in throngs.

None had whispered of how heart stars are born,
Or how their subtle light by nymphs are worn.

None had delineated vast cupolas,
Wonder’s incalculable formulas.

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Such freedom of spirit, none could have guessed,
In new after-life, was bubbling fresh zest.

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[Author’s note] One can imagine that, after his last few torturous months, Keats’s spirit lightens up and is having a jaunt through the cosmos.

Copyright © 2017 by Sultana Raza

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