Spat on by neighbors,
by gossamer ring you fly.
Barnard's other star.
Red, green, and icy,
formation a mystery.
Made here or moved in?
Mother closely held,
Red spot big as twenty moons.
Bask in light of Jove.
A Watsonian Post with Doylist Footnotes
1 week ago
2 comments:
Really loved these haikus! The idea of being spit on by neighbors reminded me of a lecture at Univ of MD by Doug Hamilton re: discovery of a new ring of Saturn (2009). He described ring debris pelting a moon like "bugs on a windshield." Hoping you won't stop writing astropoetry at the end of April!
Thanks for your comment and support all month! I'm much more of a music guy (such as it is) than a poetry one so the focus in the blog will go back to that, but I'm considering doing poems more often than one month a year.... :)
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