For Carrie Fisher
1956-2016
As a child, there were two princesses:
One a movie star called Leia,
the other our consulate cat, Princess.
I can’t state the beauty of both,
but a lady with a laser gun was
appealing: a bold heroine then,
and now. When Carrie died
kids lost their icon the world over.
My generation brought up on Star Wars
merchandise and magical, adventurous
dreams, is not yet with the stars.
The force is with my old cat, and Carrie.
Poem © Mark Pirie, 2019