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Event Horizon

They were blue.
Bright blue with perhaps a hint of grey,
Like a black hole into whose gravity well I was being drawn.
The room was thronged like a densely clustered asteroid field
Pursuing their inconsequential exchanges.
I, among them, at the edge
Unable to move
Seemingly trapped by a sort of imposed inertia.
She entered, a blisteringly bright comet
Spiralling in from some distant nebula.
As attractional relativity
Subsumed the normal gravitational pull,
The curvature of her spacetime
Drew me unerringly as a satellite into close orbit.
The twin blue stars fixed me into a stasis
Relative to this euphoric event horizon.
My tentative smile was miraculously mirrored in hers as
A virtual Dyson sphere established itself around us
Masking all external babble.
At the speed of light,
All the assiduously rehearsed protocols for first contact
Evaporated in the suddenly deafening silence.

“Hello,” I said.

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Harry O'Neill

Sun 7th Feb 2016 20:26

Space grist to the mill of romantic poetry!

Mind, It`s not helpful the way space seems to be getting more dense at the same time that the particles of the down under (or within) have gone vanishingly minute.

I wish I could understand intellectual reliability of the maths equations they use to test this stuff.

Every time you see some of these scientists on the tele these days they seem to confess to being more and more puzzled.

This one is good with the aptness of the science bits to the attractional theme. (but a bit `difficult`)

It would read better without the large bold.

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Adam Whitworth

Fri 5th Feb 2016 22:57

very good :)

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Stu Buck

Fri 5th Feb 2016 19:56

All the assiduously rehearsed protocols for first contact
Evaporated in the suddenly deafening silence.

“Hello,” I said.

thats brilliant. i love the melding of science and poetry and this is a fine example.

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 5th Feb 2016 16:15

Trevor,
A good job I read this after watching `What is reality` on tele.

I am intrigued by the way you have pinched your metaphors from the modern space spiel to describe an attraction and meeting in a crowded room.

I have`nt time to go into this just now, but the bits I like best are lines sixteen and seventeen.

Get back later.

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