PHOEBE PALMER
Commended - 2023 Tower Poetry Competition, 'The Planets'
Staring into Space
I knew a boy who built planets
of paint and paper and pain
he went out
early on: clear night
to stare into a bottomless treasure-filled sea
until his eyes were comets in a distant galaxy.
when the world was washed in white
he’d go in
to spatter hollow spheres with coloured light;
to give the cardboard cosmos brilliant life.
there’s constellations still flecked on the desk;
each one surrounds a ring of emptiness.