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Stone Circle

Stone Circle

Consider the stone circle
Do the stones collect impressions?
Perhaps imprinted like old photographs
Perhaps locked in their silicon crystals
Perhaps they link into the earth beneath
Using ants and their nest structures
To record the thoughts of those who visit

Maybe  it’s my sense of place that deludes me
Makes me feel that the stones are listening
My need to bring some mystery to this circle
When it is already full of real mystery and strangeness
Why and how being the biggest
But I want to hear the builders, eavesdrop on long ago visitors
And so stretch fingertips to the stone to download the recording

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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Science Street

The street where I work

The street where I work has a ring at each end
Spinning the subatomic in electromagnetic tunnels, round and round
Particle accelerators here on the English chalk
One under a small turfed mound, proudly flying the flags of nations
The other squat, resembling an alien mothership resplendent in silver curves
Both cousins of the great ring in Geneva, the largest machine ever built
Luminous fibres of glass traverse a continent
Bringing its discoveries to the hall under my desk
Science glows alive on my street.

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

 

 

 

Flint

Flint

Clinking flint on flint
They sat, cross legged
Sculpting the desired form
From the larger rock
Before going on the hunt.
Children clambered in cramped tunnels
Hewing the flints from the solid chalk
In the lonely dark
To allow these few to craft killing tools
And to eat.

 

Clicking screen to screen
We sit, hunched
Sifting the information stream
Shaping the data
To draw our salaries.
Children spend their lives in cramped factories
Working on small assemblies
In the lonely light
To allow us few to play
In the western world

 

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

An insecure heart? Broken controls

I love poems that use scientific or science fictional imagery. And I’ve shared some with you, whether by other poets (The Migration of Darkness, Wrecks) or by me (Nebula, Broken Cable, Sun Queen, Royal Edinburgh Observatory).

 Well here’s one that uses imagery from my profession – IT and Data Networking. And it’s a fantastic love poem!

Broken Controls

existing firewall rules
are ineffective to prevent
intrusion

distributed denial-of-service attack
is launched,
flooding the heart –
causing malfunction,
disconnecting communication channel
with the brain

the heart left open,
love virus gets to work
spreading new sensations
which take deep roots,
taking over controls
in a matter of minutes

by the time
incident report is lodged
and root cause analysis
completed,
the heart’s assets
have been sieged, and the brain
no longer
rules

In computing, a firewall is a network security system that monitors and controls the incoming and ongoing network traffic based on pre-detemined access security rules.
Distributed denial-of-service attack is an attempt to make a machine unavailable to its intended users, e.g. by “flooding” the bandwidth or resources of a targeted system, eventually causing the system to crash. 

Poem by Anna at https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/broken-controls/

Picture by By William Viker – My Opera devblog, Attribution, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1351332

Broken cable

Broken Cable

In the middle of the bright Atlantic
Floating on the swell between island volcanoes
Beneath reflective surface tension
Silvered gas bubbles catch the light
And, across the issuing rift,
A long snake of data cable
Broken sheared twisted.

As the gas breaks the surface
We hear voices
Blogs bubbling to the top
Instructions to buy or sell
A thousand tiny voices
Sparkling in the sunshine
Several parrot fish swim by
Next day when snorkeling
I fancy I hear fish blogging

 

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond