The B'K August 2017 Issue

Meg Kelting | Merak and Dubhe | Poetry Merak and Dubhe circle Polaris as centuries, guardians, swinging the bear’s tail to keep the scorpions and lions away.

The heavens crawl with monsters, but among them is Polaris, the guiding star that leads lost home and sails hearts away.

It shines North when others spin.

One such star needs its protectors; Merak on the outside, watches all the dead bodies, waiting for one to rise in attack, while Dubhe watches Polaris, locked in the constant glow.

But Merak will never see the light, never look up to the North Star to wander and wish for further paths Merak marches on with no dreams of a new way, only a path, eyes set on the untrusting void.

And so Merak’s sky is dark.

And Dubhe, poor Dubhe, who loves the star enough to never need another, whose faith holds an orbit, must one day watch the North Star flicker and fail, leaving nothing but the dark sky to stare into.

On Polaris shines, unaware of floating chariots and chevaliers.

As heaven revolves, even as it exists the center of the universe for one small terra world, Polaris gazes up into the great cosmos, for the North Star knows it is just another light in the sky.