Astrid #013 octopus until it settles — then

until it settles — then it holds its place

a glimmer of gold catches your eye

For a moment

The moon isn’t high yet when they step outside

shimmering with morning dew

Astrid #013 octopus until it settles — thenThey say Astrid was born beneath a sky so clear, the stars could not help but notice her. A daughter of distant constellations, she grew among silver moons and golden comets, her laughter ringing like bells through the velvet dark. Each star she touched bloomed brighter, seven in particular her chosen circle who followed wherever she wandered. Around her they danced, circling close with beads of light and colour, their hearts lit by crystal flame.