The Ghouls' Review Spring 2015 - Page 12

Nebula Jacqueline Casey Bright star whose dusty depth reveals her wrath: a lonely, wanton sphere, she spreads her arms. Amorphous, ever-rising in a path to form a dome in nature’s growing warmth. Her energy of light with striving yearns. Her formlessness, a swirling, shapeless ring. A shifting tumult, red and yellow burns ‘fore moving to a full-blown crystal scene. Circling the sun, Love strives, forever moved. She bubbles forth; a hazy, infused fog. She struggles, summoned, ever must she prove more than a misty, ill determined bog. Great nebula, where stars are berthed and born. We are that speck of dust within your storm. 12 The Ghouls’ Review