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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! 🙂

High Flight

July 20, 2017history, Life, poem, Poetry, TechnologyBattle of Britain, Classic poem, flight, history, poem, poetry, spitfire, Technology, war, WW2The Cheesesellers Wife

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Pt Off. John Gillespie Magee, Jr, RCAF, 1941

John Magee was a Canadian Spitfire pilot in England in World War 2. He died in 1941. This poem is just wonderful and has been quoted again and again —I remember Ronald Reagan quoting it after the Challenger crash.

I wish I could write like this.

Lucky star

May 25, 2017Life, poem, Poetrycat, luck, lucky star, star, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

I wished upon a star
But instead it was a satellite
I crossed my fingers
But that’s difficult when you trying to type
I can’t remember is it
Good or
Bad luck
To stroke a black cat?

Like coral

April 12, 2017Friends, Life, love, nature, poem, Poetrycoral, family, Friends, Life, love, Marriage, nature, poem, poetry, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Like coral

Like coral grips the rock,
I hold fast to you

Like the ocean embraces the Earth,
I embrace you

Like meat loves salt,
I love you

M1 in winter

April 5, 2017Life, parenting, philosophy, poem, Poetry, watercolour, winterEngland, Life, nature, parenting, philosophy, poem, poetry, sun, Sunset, Technology, travel, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

M1 in winter (Watford Gap 1 mile)

Mist enwrapped trees extinguish the low orange glow of the Sun
Taillights warm the twilight ahead
Headlights shine on traffic cones and road workers jackets
Jagged shadows in a field reveal a ruined brick barn
Aerofoils loom above, rotating for electricity
We return from lunch with a son at University
Time, long and relaxed, spent talking junk
Films, comics, games, YouTube
Reconnecting the family

Each capsule of metal alongside, before and behind
Contains a story
Adulterous trysts? Mismanaged meeting? Half Term visit to the Zoo?
All these journeys and ours are twenty first century bubbles
Made manifest in the manic twentieth
Our posterity is as yet uncertain
The fields and their shadows will outlive us all
Animals will graze, trees loom in the dark
And Suns set, wetly

Hey Mr. Spaceman

March 27, 2017art, cosmology, Painting, Science, Technology, watercolourart, astronaut, astronomy, NASA, space, spaceman, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Another Monday, another watercolour. Here’s an Apollo Astronaut:

Crystals of intent

March 25, 2017archeology, beauty, history, Life, poem, Poetry, Technologyarcheology, flint, history, Life, neanderthal, Neolithic, prehistory, Stone age, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Crystals of intent

Full, filling my hand
Carved to mould into a palm
This one is left handed, another fits the right
Killer edges, fatal intent
A hand axe from a million years ago haunts my eyes

Small symmetrical perfect arrowhead
To be thrust by a bow through a torso
Rests on my fingertips
Tiny chips creating the edges
Beauty and death

Both objects of beauty
Stones selected for a purpose
Worked on for many hours
Made to please in many ways
Crystals of intent

Boys

March 11, 2017children, Friends, Life, parenting, poem, Poetryfamily, Friends, Games, Gaming, Life, parenting, poem, poetry, Technology, teenagersThe Cheesesellers Wife

Boys

Long legged boys
Filling my sofa
Controllers in hand
Deep laughs mingle with shrill cries
As Black Ops rolls
Every weekend they come to call
Filling my sofa
Littering shoes in my hall
Then are gone in a flash as dinners beckon
And the sofa is empty

Broken Cable on Ink, Sweat and Tears

March 5, 2017Azores, nature, poem, Poetryazores, Data Networks, Life, nature, poem, sun, Technology, Telecommunications, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

The wonderful Helen Ivory has published one of my poems on Ink, Sweat and Tears.

Its called Broken Cable:

http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?p=12491

Open Sky

February 3, 2017astronomy, beauty, cosmology, Life, poem, Poetry, ScienceAsteroid impact, astronomy, Comet, Cosmic rays, Death, humanity, Life, NASA, nature, poem, sky, space, Supernova, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Infall
      Protons
          Particles
                        Masses
      Bathed
          Photons
                        Neutrinos

Light is lifegiver and deathbringer
The open sky pretends to shield
But cannot fully

The vagaries of the universe
Plague our houses, peck out our DNA

Ozone and magnetosphere have allowed us to live
To evolve and think
Think ourselves safe

Knowledge is perhaps power
But it reveals destiny

Infalling rock
Or the next local supernova
And we are gone