I am away in Catalunya at the moment and have written a number of posts in advance. I find that easier to do than to attempt to keep up while on holiday. This post's poem is a revision. You can read the original here.
gunpowder rockets never fell back to earth
just rise upwards consuming stick and cylinder
kissing the vacuum
they return their borrowed carbon to the stars
the dead in space on the other hand
who number more than you think
look on in envy tethered as they are
to the planet that birthed them
in various degrees of patience
they await release from
the first kiss of the red giant sun
Is it more definite for making the first stanza a statement? I was unsure as in the last version it seemed an awful long time before the conceit was explained. What do you think?
Let's hope the weather is being kind to me. Here's Anne Peebles with a classic song. If you look closely you can see a Womble in the audience!
Until next time.