Stars are supposed to go out like this by Julie Hogg

dans le 20e arrondissement de Paris,

Charonne, Rue de Bagnolet, tux,

gabardine slicker, rain rolling

the brim of a cavanagh edge,

shine off a taffeta brolly from

riparian shelter of a hotel lobby

and maybe you were born under

a gaslight à Belleville, too?

Fatting the street, glass of sanguine,

strut, allure of awry allos autos’

metal taps past the millinery shop,

cloche, brush step ball change,

pick-up hop tip hop; we’d be

hard to take seriously at the gates,

evergreen frondescence over stone

hermetic ossuaries, dite crystal

true allegories, as dry as a bone,

reradiating like cosmic dust

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Julie Hogg is a Poet from the North Yorkshire Coast with poems appearing in many literary journals and anthologies. Her latest pamphlet ‘A Raven on a Writing Desk’ is available from Dunlin Press