A New Old Memory
Now open your eyes to see an old face, An old face that somehow seems new. Straight to the point, and yet without a map
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Science poems, written by Sam Illingworth.
Now open your eyes to see an old face, An old face that somehow seems new. Straight to the point, and yet without a map
Your reddened skies and barren soils conceal A frozen mass, but once it was a sea Infrared telescopes can now reveal What could and should,
Signing up to the new frontier, Travelling to no atmosphere. One-way ticket to the unknown, Knowing there’s no direction home. Voyaging in to the
Looking up at the milky, sapphire sky Sulphur butterflies in my titanium gut My purpose to counteract some oversupply Existing to add in order to
The white and red cap stands alone His best friend has dropped the bone AI has lost its lower bound Now Wally is no longer
A descent deep down into the red, red mist Staring now into that black, unknown abyss Presents left unopened, the champagne on ice First
Shining, Speeding, Twinkling Flying, Manmade object, shining, speeding where? New horizons twinkling, flying, there!
Lost to us in nineteen hundred and fifty one A mother, a daughter, a human being Ethics overridden by a hurried income Lost to us
Never have we owed so much to just one With humble gratitude so badly sung Did we treat you as man or as machine?
Oh! Marie to have known you would have been bliss To have walked with you in Paris divine Watching you tear down the intellectual parti