Science-Art

Gaming boring boardgames
Gambling gumdrops
Frittering our free time
Singing to the tots!
Theme tunes
With plushy amime heros
Knitting alien head gear
Making cosplay
With spaceship cookies
Daftpunk dreams

Crimson fade becomes the black
twinkled dots from cataclysmic flak
hang still on celestial thread
from a silent void once wounded

Spectacle of ancient memory
inversed braille in cyphered glory
contemplate chaotic happenstance
when spied in ghostly ignorance

Eyes fooled by druidic physics
blinkered gaze can’t spy the glitch
snails of light trapped by time
as infinitum dusts the nightly chime

Blind by day, asleep at night
rare are we and breath so slight
humanity soothed in vain plaudit
locked in generational mnemonic

Our female rock will fade and die
to join the grain of spatial eye
what beings will perplex the star
that bore our fruit in cosmic tar?

By Jason Conway

In a puddle patterns are repeating
In the stars the patterns are completing
Gravity in waves are meeting
Patterns over awed and far too fleeting

It was within your dappled light
and chapped lips
that I found all the beauty
the world
had ever needed.
I found myself blinded by your essence,
as it stroked between
horizons and had the power
to let life be still.
You caressed time, limitless seconds, in a way
I couldn’t even bear,
sometimes too exquisite to be
a part of, to be worthy of.
And yet,
through all your wonder,
our time together is short,
so short it must
be punishment for crimes
we all must wear.
We may only look upon you
fleetingly,
but such glittering beauty
is worth far more than
an eternity.

By Georgia Haines

Green and leafy forest light

Watching over maidens plight

Purple night dark and cold

Witches plot, evil bold

Red rose lips cold to touch

Drank the poison with her lunch

Black and dark the misery sleep

Hoping waiting faeries peep

Greying hags place dragon there

The maiden sleeps in its care

Silvered moonbeams lead the way

show the beauty where she lay

Golden hair and silken gown

Waiting for her lover’s crown

Chestnut hair and tempered blade

Prince comes dragon slayed

Ivory skin smooth and soft

He gently lifts her aloft

Pink lips to hers kiss

Lost in lovers passioned bliss

Brown eyes of liquid grace

Open now – her perfect face

Orange freckles she sees abound

Feels her heart begin to pound

Blue eyes crystal clear

Proposes marriage without fear

by Saffy

A code within a code
A mystery that is never solved
It is the universe that unfolds
Showing shadows of worlds untold
And so we look, and so we find
Questions to answer another time

Her face is round,
her days are old;
the Moon is sad
for she is cold.

She needs a cloak
to keep her warm,
to wrap around
her ghostly form.

She reaches out
across the sky,
with silver fingers
long and lithe,

to touch the cloth
she has in sight
so far across
the deep dark night.

A cloth so fluid
scintillating,
iridescent,
ever changing.

Abyssal hues
and liquid form,
silkier
than the finest shawl,

yet heavier even
than thick brocade
with constant play
of light and shade.

She pulls the cloth
towards her face,
but planet Earth
who has no grace,

has riches more
than she could need,
is mighty vain
and full of greed.

She pulls it back
towards her shores,
that deep blue ocean
she adores.

Poor Moon is left
all cold and bare
because her neighbour
just won’t share.

And so sad Moon
will try once more.

The two will tug
for ever more.

@ChloeJPoetry (22/2/16)