IONOSPHERIC

The idea for this post's poem came from a Ray Bradbury short story, Kaleidoscope. 
It is about a group of astronauts falling towards a planet following the destruction of their spacecraft.

Poem

[with thanks to Ray Bradbury for Kaleidoscope]

tumbling

to the point

where it is the world

that appears to turn

take in the textures

I threshold

from the knitted black of space

ionospheric

I fall

storms await me

Layout is everything for certain poems. I wrote this one in a workshop and originally it was squeezed into about seven lines. By altering the spacing I think I have let the poem breathe. 
It is always worthwhile playing about with shape and spacing as well as stanza length.
I leave you with Anna Ternheim.