The Angry Astronomer - Poetry
After a long break from poetry, this was my come-back piece, c. 2018, predating 4 new poems
After a long break from poetry, this was my come-back piece, c. 2018, predating 4 new poems
The moon was orange yesterday. I’m not sure how I felt about that.
It’s been doing that a lot lately; changing colour. I think it’s trying to tell me something.
I’m not entirely sure I care to listen, really; I think I’ve had enough of celestial bodies. That is to say, pieces of the heavens that broke loose and may or may not whack me over the head.
Yes… I think I’ll ask the moon to keep its distance. Go play with prismacolour pencils against someone else’s skyline, I’m still trying to forget the last one.
Yes… I think I’ll ask the moon to keep its distance. Go play with prismacolour pencils against someone else’s skyline, I’m still trying to forget the last one.
Speak to me of black holes, dark matter and dark energy, I am ready to do battle with this infernal light. Come, winter, take the sun! Take the moon aswell!
I will walk in darkness, until I myself, catch alight.
