A Circle of Life
This is a shape poem, inspired by recent research that found the roundest object ever observed in nature to be a distant star called
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
This is a shape poem, inspired by recent research that found the roundest object ever observed in nature to be a distant star called
You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of
Disorder in your massive core, A candidate that we adore; With every pulse that passes by You sweep across the darkest sky. An insight
Your crater stands abandoned in the dirt, As thirsty dreams evaporate for good; Beneath your dusty surface pressures spurt, Leaving behind deposits in the mud.
Launched into space like puppets on a string, These metal ships danced fiercely on the waves; Such precious cargo was held deep within, Laden with
A distant sun sets over reddened lands, As ripples lay before you like a wave; Try reach out with your cold, synthetic hands, And touch
Marked out as something that did not belong, An oddball with a number not a name; A newborn whose hereditary was wrong, And with ancestry
In ancient times your reddened sands, Were struck by courtiers from space; They scarred you with their giant hands, Then watched as tears fell down
Has science reached a new frontier, A quantum mess launched in to space; To combat growing doubt and fear, A first step in an unseen
Fast radio bursts come from outer space, We measure them and try to plot their trace; First thought to be some cataclysmic scar, Lost echoes