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Extracts from Into Orbit
It was one of those lucid
You know where you were
One small step for Man moments
When smells sounds touch and taste
Are forever imprinted
One giant leap for Mankind
The night’s delight
It is so bright
It gave me a fright.
New life is born, a natural force
explodes the sky in slivers of light.
A star treads gingerly upon its course
laid down through centuries, across the night
Hellos circle stars and moon
Humanity searches for a cocoon
Whilst the child soldier hides in the wheat.
The tide is moving to the global heart beat.
From a distance it begins,
A blinding light bursting forth and,
Stars, a river of stars flowing through,
Darkness and passing over the hand.
My eyes are like orbits
The bone around my eye is called the orbit.
Ellie: “Tomorrow for the table test, I want to be the very best.”
Mum: ‘I’m busy with a painting of a woman gently fainting.
Ask Daddy Egbert – he’s the family expert.’
Ellie: “Help, Daddy Corbett – Mum’s away in orbit!”
What if you saw the Southern Cross running around the sun like a cherry bun?
What if the stars were playing soccer with the earth like people?
There is no territory you can’t
dream even the ocean deep
or the sky high
flying in the dream sky
Flowing water on endless journey
Babbling, bubbling over mossy rocks
Forest sounds, loud, reverberating all
Vibrant life, mesmerising, addictive
Till night reigns once again.
A star winks out for now, and then
we begin to descend,
the creamy white orb is still shining through
a pale pink sky
She was flying alone, yet not alone. Surrounded by power she could not begin to fathom. Racing along invisible paths to places never seen.
Would you really melt away?
Would you really start to sway?
If you close your eyes
Will they open again?
They gather to watch the sun spirits hide
They count down to 6 minutes and 31 seconds of darkness
The solar eclipse attracts the human tide.
For an amber sun I made a circle
And refrained from spending money
By rendering the solar orb
With a dab of blue gum honey.
All packed–ready to go.
Why, we could move to another galaxy
and not even crack a flowerpot.
Why do we circle round and round;
through a million passing moments…
Do we help those who in orbit fall
Do we really care for all
Do we help them rise and grow
Or is it just ourselves we only know?
The stars glittered overhead, tiny pinpricks looking as if some ancient hand had sewn them into the blanket millennia ago. As she sat gazing into this rich tapestry, she dreamed of and wished for a time not so long ago when the world was at peace.
a thing of beauty
dependant on the earth, the sun, the sky
but the sun set and forgot to rise
the ginger waited with its drooping head
in the drift of a spiralling arm
of a milky galaxy
that’s just a tiny drip
of an oceanic universe.
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