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Friday Poem: On foot I had to cross the solar system

August 19, 2022Friday Poem, poem, PoetryFinland, Friday Poem, spaceThe Cheesesellers Wife

On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense myself already.
Somewhere in space hangs my heart,
shaking in the void, from it stream sparks
into other intemperate hearts.

by Edith Sodergran (1892 – 1923), a Finnish poet.

The Experiment

February 3, 2020astronomy, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, speculative poetryastronomy, cosmology, Guest poem, Life, philosophy, poem, poetry, space, UniverseThe Cheesesellers Wife

Some very interesting thoughts here from the Night Poet:

nightpoetry

“We are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.”

– Carl Sagan ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in February 2020.

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Rain on the Roof

December 7, 2019children, poem, Poetry, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, speculative poetrychildren, family, Mars, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, space, speculative poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

He sleeps on while I awake
to hear rain on the roof
lie snug listening to a
long familiar sound
pattering, gathering strength
and force until
it pounds
and the roof resounds.

Gasping with sudden
shattering realisation
I grab for the breathers,
the suits,
scream for the children.
It does not rain
here on Mars.

This poem was published as ‘Rain’ Star*Line Volume 42, Issue 2 –the in-house print journal of the Science Fiction Poetry Association.

http://sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline42.2.html

Dockside

April 20, 2019poem, Poetry, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, speculative poetryEastercon, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, space, space station, speculative poetry, teenagersThe Cheesesellers Wife

Neon shattered voices ring across dockside
joshing, laughing.
A gaggle of youth, glories of hair and beard,
jaunt along a just washed walkway,
looking for nothing,
arms linked, heads thrown back
deep laughs mixed with shrill cries.
Pocked skin drawn
tight over smashed cheekbone,
hair frizzy and sculpted
or flopping over acid kissed eye.
Wide grins stretch mouths
faces marred by occupational hazard
adorned with tattoo.
Brightly painted prostheses refract
glitter, crack together
as shoulders nudge hard
in proto-embrace or witty retort.
Tonight, youth’s incandescent joy uplifts,
they will launch into the dark
escape this gravity well tomorrow.
Other crews drift along
washed by unfathomed
tides of rumour and gossip
pushed-pulled to entertainments
you cannot, would not, share.
Our girls and boys josh on
exchanging joyous insults,
impervious to all.
An enclave of companionship
in a lonely night.

First pubished in Wizards in Space 3, a print journal, https://wizardsinspacemag.com/

I’m at Eastercon (the UK national Science Fiction convention) this weekend, with paintings in the Art Show……..

Painting: Hey Mr Spaceman

March 4, 2019art, Painting, Science, watercolourart, astronaut, Fandom, Painting, Science Fiction, space, watercolourThe Cheesesellers Wife

An Apollo astronut floating high….

….plus a bonus poem, this time about someone in a red suit:

Resplendent in red

She came to see me
Resplendent in red
Glittering with dust
Her elegant bone structure evident more than ever
Desiccated and dead
Spacesuit blown
Floating past the view screen
When I know we retrieved her from orbit yesterday

First published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line 40.4

She came to see me

December 12, 2018poem, Poetry, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, speculative poetryDead astronaut, poem, poerty, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, space, speculative poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

First published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line 40.4

She came to see me

September 1, 2018Life, poem, Poetry, Science Fiction Poetry, speculative poetryDead astronaut, Ghosts, Life, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, space, spaceflight, speculative poetry, Star*Line, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Originally published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line 40.4 October 2017 http://www.sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline40.4.html

“Deep” has been published in Star*Line

July 27, 2018poem, Poetry, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, speculative poetryScience Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, SF, SF poetry, space, speculative poetry, Star*LineThe Cheesesellers Wife

I’m delighted to tell you that my poem, “Deep”, has been published in Star*Line, the house journal of the Science Fiction Poetry Association:

http://sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline41.3.html

Rocks

March 3, 2018beauty, England, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetrybeauty, geology, Life, poem, poetry, rocks, science, science poetry, space, time, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.

Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.

Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.