For Carrie Fisher



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