Old pond
spacecraft jumps in
splash!
#haiku after Basho
Old pond
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Ink paintings
Even at Kennedy
Even at Kennedy
when I hear the rocket launch
I long for Kennedy.
–after Basho
Every kid
Every kid
who watched it go up
wanted next.
Farewell Philae — For Now
Poem below by Stuart Atkinson (@mars_stu on Twitter). Painting by Christine Rueter AKA Tychogirl (paper, printing ink). This collaborative poem/art project has been simultaneously published at Stuart’s blog: https://astropoetry.wordpress.com/2016/08/18/farewell-philae-for-now/.
Beneath sheets of sparkling frost,
Lost Philae sleeps now, and will doze
Until, one day, who knows when,
Men and women from Earth,
Their boots crusted with clods of soot-black comet
Dust and snow will crump slowly across
67P’s frozen plains and see it –
A glint of gold in a shadow,
High up on a crumbling cliff’s side,
Shining like a wolf’s eye.
And then the Fellowship of Philae
Will hike up Seths serrated cliffs
Until, high above Hapi’s sands
They’ll reach out with shaking hands
And drag it from its icy tomb
Into the light, setting it upright again,
Brushing years of ice and dust
From its face before taking it
To its final resting place – a glass case
At ESOC, spotlights warming it,
Thawing a century of frostbite…
But for now, Philae sleeps,
Without Rosetta’s alarm clock beep-beep-beep
Interrupting its dreams
Of what might have been,
If only those hapless harpoons had fired…
If only it hadn’t bounced like a rubber ball…
If only it hadn’t fallen into that dark place,
Landing, legs splayed,
In a lonely hole hidden from the Sun’s precious rays…
(c) Stuart Atkinson 2016
Self-portrait
Launch
Encroaching summer
Encroaching summer:
the spaces reserved for stars
slowly filled with leaves.
