Hanging Suspended
Pearlescent. Mirror-still.
The rings of Saturn cling to the planet;
iron filings to a magnet. Comets
blur by, trailing streams of
ice crystals and ash. They are
wrappd in trails of vapour and dust,
and the Earth trembles in their wake.
Photons crumble into chalk powder
and gold dust, globules of silver
nitrate. Solar wind howls through
the emptiness as orbits loop and
interlock. Light years away,
a star winks out.
Saturn's rings remain calm,
pearlescent, mirror-still.
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PoetryA bunch of poems about things. Sometimes sciency things, because I sure love SCIENCE.
