Riddle 8

(after Riddle 50)

As usual!       You’re noticed first –
All flashy bling,   those fancy rings and things.
But, meanwhile, what of me?        I’m just a mumbled
Backcloth to your brightness,            your brilliance.
Showstealer! Yet, who showers them?      Who shares
Your world? Possibly you are unaware          I even wake them?
Having stormed your stage            you just streak away.
I have my grounds to grumble,     but soon, I gift
Cool clarity.            I colour line the sky.


Beth McDonough