I searched the sky to find the stars,
But all had fallen to the ground.
I trekked and troubled through the world,
The stars seemed covered by a shroud.
Nawlins, Rio, Paris too,
No stars that made me think of you.
And when I saw them once again,
Was when I heard the winds roll through.
For truly home’s the only place,
Where the stars, they find you.
Accent · Issue One · 09 of 12
(I Searched the Sky) ~ Interlude
Rhiannon N ThomasKenya
Rhiannon N ThomasKenya
A young Kenyan writer based in Leeds studying English and Creative Writing, with an interest in the intersection of writing and culture, and in spaces for unheard voices in literature. She takes inspiration in exploring belonging, identity, and relationships, and all the places in between.