Corona

August 21, 2017PoetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

For the Great American Eclipse….

Deep in the time of eclipse
As birds bed down and dusk creeps up
We see the Suns halo and crown
Reaching out to her children
Light in the darkness

Sunlight scatters from escaping electrons
Bounces off minute dust particles
While stripped atoms glow as crown jewels
Incandescently hot
Ethereal furnace

The act of seeing makes real
The fact of knowing sees beauty
The inner joyousness of the Universe
Lifts me
Up to the light

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Spinning

August 19, 2017Friends, Life, philosophy, poem, PoetryFriends, Life, love, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

We spin along
The great groove of change
Pushing forward through time
Stretching to our demise

We weave our lives
From friendships, loves won and lost
The weft of sorrow, the haft of joy
Riding on our spinning mass of rock
Its all spinning in the end

Faint stars

August 16, 2017astronomy, beauty, poem, Poetryastronomy, exmoor, poem, poetry, sky, starsThe Cheesesellers Wife

Faint stars pooled like milk at zenith
Coloured lights tracking across
Blinking
Deep night swallows all light
Here on the Moor

Drifts

August 12, 2017astronomy, cosmology, Ghosts, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Sceince Fiction Poetry, science poetry, SFastronomy, drifts, Nebula, philosophy, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, SF, sky, Technology, Telescope, WorldconThe Cheesesellers Wife

Nebulaic drift of space glows pregnant with stars
Pulsates with unseen radiation, reflects light upon broken hulls
Billowing gases thread through holes laced by stellar blasts
Huge gas pillars glow with the light from star birth

Strange shapes eclipse the details of nebulaic magnificence
Ships riddled by particle winds after a disaster deep in spacetime
Now drift in loose orbits within a mystery, artefacts lost to sentience and story
Deep in the cloud lies a graveyard drifting to gravity’s pale tune

Gas jets burst from infant stars, glow in unseen colours
Shoot forth ionized subatomic debris
Push against torn metal, shifting orbits, prompting collisions
Against desiccated limbs, simulating life once more

The beings who struggled and died here disassociate and powder to dust
Microbes drift and seed, await rebirth in planetary clouds
Amino acids alter with the alien input
Nucleotides drift forward to the future

Ghost DNA haunts the spaces between worlds
Drifts onto comet sand meteors
Drops into planetary atmospheres
Visits us tonight as it has done before

First published at In Between Hangovers

Some Science Fiction to celebrate that fact that I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂

What

August 11, 2017PoetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

What will the journey be like
To toil through interstellar dust
Leptons muons
Amino acids

What will the damage be
Will we be human at the end
We are desperate to try

What will we find
What will be waiting
Where we fantasise monsters aliens
Will we be devoured altered

By the very emptiness

Some Science Fiction to celebrate that fact that I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂

All that is gold does not glitter

August 10, 2017poem, PoetryLife, poem, poetry, Tolkien, WorldconThe Cheesesellers Wife

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

J RR Tolkien

Some Tolkien to celebrate that fact that I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂

Barrow Wight

August 9, 2017nature, poem, Poetry, Wild lifeBarrow Wight, Ghosts, Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, nature, poem, poetry, Rabbits, Tolkien, wight, Wiltshire, WorldconThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sitting on a barrow at sunset
Lupine thumping evoked a tolkienesque wight
Sending the child me running
Leaping across lumpy turves
Down to the village below

I’m attending the Science Fiction Worldcon this weekend! 🙂

Alpine River

August 5, 2017beauty, Life, nature, poem, PoetryAlpine, France, Life, nature, poem, poetry, river, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Even in the allegedly flat valley
The river ran boiling over its rocky bed
Looking out of our cabin window
I could see white electric splashes of water
Gashing along in evening gloom
Boisterously noisy in Alpine stillness
Laughing around boulders
Burbling drunkenly against its banks
Massive ice its head waters
The river was attempting an escape
Scrambling over obstacles
Scudding away from the mountains
To lazy riverine days on plains below

Dunkery

August 2, 2017art, exmoor, Life, nature, Painting, Poetry, watercolourDunkery Beacon, exmoor, Life, poem, poetry, sky, sun, SunsetThe Cheesesellers Wife

Lording over the moors and valleys, visible out to sea
Bold Dunkery, crowned with cairns ancient and modern
Your summit cairn is in summer twilight crowned by larking lads
Come to watch the sunset, yet cheated by horizon hugging cloud
They revel in unexpected solitude at a well trodden spot

It was lovely up at Dunkery Beacon in the twilight.

Blue Anchor beach

July 31, 2017art, beauty, exmoor, nature, Painting, watercolourart, Blue Anchor, exmoor, fossil, nature, Painting, watercolourThe Cheesesellers Wife

A watercolour painting of the eastern end of Blue Anchor beach, near Exmoor. This is where we have collected many fine fossils. Painted in 2016 — the rocks have been battered by further winter storms and look a bit different this year.