God Dreams, by Kiri Winder

Star shaped hands touch Earth and crumble dirt,

Planting stars with seeds.

New life is created under the curved skull,

Lit under the glow of frail skin.

The corpse lay at the feet of God,

Holes carved into her crust,

Olive skin turned clear,

A light entering the ground.

The scream of no belief shatters the stars,

Leaving stardust in the seeds,

Swelling new life,

A fate sewed into the core.

Kiri is an English Literature PhD student specialising in children’s literature. Prior to this, she completed an MA in creative writing where her interest in poetry began. Her writing is usually focused on nature and academia, but she has plans to expand her writing to other areas in the future.