Margaret Bradstock: Two Poems
The Moon via telescope
1. Annular eclipse of the sun. 29th April, 2014
A thoroughly bizarre eclipse, mostly visible
to penguins in Antarctica
the blood-red sun sinking between trees
the moon a black disk biting in
part of its shadow
just missing Earth.
2. Occultation of Saturn. 14th May, 2014
It’s at its brightest, all oval-shaped storms
and frozen rings, particles of rock and ice
whirling forever like a fairground Ferris wheel.
From your back veranda
focussed on Saturn, racing away from the moon
the bent moon rising and rising
criss-crossed with black branches
its craters visible from here, we feel it.
The absence of stars, shifting emptiness of space
harks back to the big nothing.
3. In all its phases.
Since Apollo 11 and Armstrong’s moon-walk
(and was it a fake after all?)
the moon boasts no old man, or even giant rabbits
but has its craters, valleys, mountains, seas
its Mare Cognitum and Serenitatis.
I saw icy wind-carved peaks
and down through hidden valleys
tumbled shelves of rock, fringed with hanging icicles
like long white teeth, ravines so deep and black
a wind-eaten bridge of stone, nothing
but space on either side, the mountains
folding back upon themselves.
Other Worlds
A neanderthal handprint, eons old
marks the cave wall
an understanding of time,
some idea of the seasons, a future
to make the darkness visible
like Bede’s lone sparrow, flying
securely from the lit-up meadhall
into this unknown silence;
the parallel sighting of a bird of paradise
its ruddy plumes aflame
destined to vanish into the mass of green.
Inbuilt, this need for some afterword:
De Quiros in another century
voyaging towards the South Land
his vision and obsession;
William Lane’s utopian dream
a new-world colony in Paraguay
Nueva Australia, then Cosme, further south.
Mormon settlers crossed the Mojave desert
in search of salvation and a promised land.
The seed vault of icy Longyearbyen
was built to preserve a food-store’s DNA
for 20,000 years
if galaxies or climates don’t collide.
New worlds swim into our sight
like hedgerow prominences on the sun,
we need the “glint” or rainbows from their oceans
the sign of water in their atmosphere.
Kepler 438b is one of these, 475 light years away
perhaps our “twin”, a double indemnity?
I dream a transit life, the air (blue, or a shade thereof)
is filled with plastic drones (like particle bubbles)
collecting information. Thinking to move to where
the grass (if it exists) is greener, to a galactic
urban sprawl beyond the crowded CBD?
Get in before the rush.
Margaret Bradstock
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