Tag Archives: Technology

Engine

August 5, 2020poem, Poetrypoem, poetry, steam engine, Technology, trainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Long and large
Lurking on the rails
Panting at the signal
Waiting to be released
Red and polished
Steam about your underskirts
Powerful relic
Your magic persists

Friday Poem: A second Anglo-Saxon Riddle….

January 24, 2020Friday Poem, poem, PoetryAnglo-Saxon, Friday Poem, history, poem, poetry, riddle, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

My home is not quiet but I am not loud.
The lord has meant us to journey together.
I am faster than he and sometimes stronger,
But he keeps on going for longer.
Sometimes I rest but he runs on.
For as long as I am alive I live in him.
If we part from one another
It is I who will die.

Can anyone tell me what is being described??? (No cheating online!)

If you are interested, the first riddle is at:

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/2019/11/22/friday-poem-an-anglo-saxon-riddle/

We are the Robots

October 16, 2019Life, poem, Poetry, Science, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, speculative poetrybiology, DNA, poem, poetry, robot, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, selfish gene, SF, SF poetry, speculative poetry, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Wetware software hardware
how hard do we have to be?
Programmed by the stochastic chatter of evolution
form fitting function,
almost.

Self replicating semi-autonomous robots.
purposed by deoxyribonucleic acid,
the software exists to
protect itself
not us.

The thief of joy

September 3, 2019love, philosophy, poem, PoetryLife, love, philosophy, poem, poetry, TechnologyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Something rises within, a washing clean of care
a pleasuring in the day, the view, the loved one
simple feeling, untramelled
yet this joy is stolen so easily

You steal it from yourself as you watch
the seeming perfect lives of others
compare our lives and families
I watch you do this and weep

Inspired by The Total Abundance Project

Airport

July 30, 2019Azores, Life, poem, PoetryAirport, azores, poem, poetry, Technology, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Airport bubble
that tinny echo
of voices

Flight delays
a drifting of time
being stuck in place

Life suspended
until our
gate is assigned

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

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

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

Engine

July 18, 2018beauty, poem, Poetry, science poetryEngine, Engineering poem, machine, poem, poetry, Technology, trainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Long and large
Lurking on the rails
Panting at the signal
Waiting to be released
Red and polished
Steam about your underskirts
Powerful relic
Your magic persists

Re-blogged from 2016

Brief bloom

February 28, 2018astronomy, beauty, cosmology, Life, nature, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Science, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, speculative poetryastronomy, Earth, environment, hope, humanity, Life, NASA, nature, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, science poem, science poetry, solar system, space, speculative poetry, sun, Technology, travel, volcanoThe Cheesesellers Wife

We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace

We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement

We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe

We are Human

Re-blogged from last year

https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap160510.html

Burning

October 31, 2017beauty, Fantasy, Ghosts, poem, Poetry, Sceince Fiction Poetryaircraft, Fantasy, Ghosts, Halloween, Life, nature, Technology, twilight, WW2The Cheesesellers Wife

English summers, often damp, can invoke long stifling twilights
nothing landbound needlessly moves
contrails crayon across the sky
so many, this close to London’s hub.
Distantly, the buzz of a low plane, pleasure rider reaching up
into the realm of the starlings as they susurrate
a car comes past in the lane droning away round the curves
here the runway cross remains
the old tower still stands intact
as ponies munch and cattle chew
larks lurk in the grass where bombers once turned
occasional ironwork testament to hydrants and gun emplacements
war and weapons layered over by Nature and time.
But, as the dark deepens, the lost come home
tearing blazing incandescent screams rustle up drowsy birds
look up and the dazzling burning blurs past
metal screeches as it tears apart, each time the same
one last attempt at landing whole, at bringing the crate home
so wanting to see sweethearts and Blighty again
then gone, back to oblivion.
The burning pilot saluted you as he passed.

This poem first appeared in Peacock Journal earlier this year.

Drifts

August 12, 2017astronomy, cosmology, Ghosts, philosophy, poem, Poetry, Sceince Fiction Poetry, science poetry, SF, speculative poetryastronomy, drifts, Nebula, philosophy, poem, poetry, Science Fiction, Science Fiction Poetry, science poetry, SF, sky, speculative poetry, 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! :)