Science-Art

Star stuff filtered through the cosmos
Star stuff smaller than dust
Hurtling away from explosive stella deaths

Star stuff heavy metal elements of choice
Star stuff light hydrogen and helium in plasma soup
Colliding, destroying, reforming
Different atoms to be
Diffusing out from red giant expansion
Layers of reaction
Different star mechanisms for different elements
Star stuff permeating the void
Drifting away from it’s crucible bed of origin

Star stuff amalgomated clouds, a nursery shroud
Nebulea of new star birth and planetary spheres
Spinning in eccentric concentric dance

One planet of star stuff
Still pummeled by larger bits of star dust
A planet like all made of star stuff
A planet were the inorganic began to replicate
A planet were star stuff became organic
Became something more, became organised into organisms

Star stuff alive
Star stuff crawling on beaches of star dust
With elements of stella origins making up the cellular core

Star stuff walk
Star stuff talk
Star stuff refines elements from stella explosions
Ands send a rocket to the stars
Star stuff has been watching the starts since it first became aware
Now it is time for star stuff to truelly see what is out there

By Sarah Snell-Pym

Dark scars marked the edges of the cosmos
Deep within the universal core slithering with a pulse
Time counted in an endless rhythm that will end
Will slither to a close
Supping and sucking and draining the energy
Moment by moment
Until the fragments of time can be cut
To another slither
Creaking the gears of celestial machinery grind to a halt
Nothing can now ever be again
Existence is futile
Futures are not to be
Hope and dreams lay bleeding
Pulped to something horrendous
Within the blaze of a creation maimed

They say if you remember the ‘60s
You weren’t really there
But the moon landing I recall very well
Watching it from my armchair.
Everyone I knew around my own age
Had stayed up to watch it all night
Crowded around their small TVs
Watching in black and white.

We’d followed the ‘Space Race’ for several years
And incredible as it now seems
For someone to actually set foot on the moon
Was the epitome of our dreams.
The 60s were a time of great change
The ‘West’ was embroiled in ‘Cold War’
But that night we forgot about all that
As we watched the moon landing in awe.

Earlier the Soviets had led the way
With their Soyuz ahead in the Race
With monkeys and dogs and Gagarin
Launching them all out into space.
Rivalry in space between 2 great nations
Both vieing for pole position
Now the Soviets had been pipped to the post
By the Apollo 11 mission.

We watched it all in black and white.
Celebrations were everywhere
When the words ‘The Eagle has landed’came
We knew how brave those astronauts were
Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins
They were heroes of their time
Taking that ‘one small step for man’
But a ‘Giant leap for Mankind’.

By Marion Feasey

Shiver, shiver
On my own
Lips blue
Till you come home

Shiver, shiver
Cold bright hands
Stark white
Plane lands

Shiver, shiver
Trembling cold
Stars bright
We enfold

Gaming boring boardgames
Gambling gumdrops
Frittering our free time
Singing to the tots!
Theme tunes
With plushy amime heros
Knitting alien head gear
Making cosplay
With spaceship cookies
Daftpunk dreams

Crimson fade becomes the black
twinkled dots from cataclysmic flak
hang still on celestial thread
from a silent void once wounded

Spectacle of ancient memory
inversed braille in cyphered glory
contemplate chaotic happenstance
when spied in ghostly ignorance

Eyes fooled by druidic physics
blinkered gaze can’t spy the glitch
snails of light trapped by time
as infinitum dusts the nightly chime

Blind by day, asleep at night
rare are we and breath so slight
humanity soothed in vain plaudit
locked in generational mnemonic

Our female rock will fade and die
to join the grain of spatial eye
what beings will perplex the star
that bore our fruit in cosmic tar?

By Jason Conway

In a puddle patterns are repeating
In the stars the patterns are completing
Gravity in waves are meeting
Patterns over awed and far too fleeting

It was within your dappled light
and chapped lips
that I found all the beauty
the world
had ever needed.
I found myself blinded by your essence,
as it stroked between
horizons and had the power
to let life be still.
You caressed time, limitless seconds, in a way
I couldn’t even bear,
sometimes too exquisite to be
a part of, to be worthy of.
And yet,
through all your wonder,
our time together is short,
so short it must
be punishment for crimes
we all must wear.
We may only look upon you
fleetingly,
but such glittering beauty
is worth far more than
an eternity.

By Georgia Haines

Green and leafy forest light

Watching over maidens plight

Purple night dark and cold

Witches plot, evil bold

Red rose lips cold to touch

Drank the poison with her lunch

Black and dark the misery sleep

Hoping waiting faeries peep

Greying hags place dragon there

The maiden sleeps in its care

Silvered moonbeams lead the way

show the beauty where she lay

Golden hair and silken gown

Waiting for her lover’s crown

Chestnut hair and tempered blade

Prince comes dragon slayed

Ivory skin smooth and soft

He gently lifts her aloft

Pink lips to hers kiss

Lost in lovers passioned bliss

Brown eyes of liquid grace

Open now – her perfect face

Orange freckles she sees abound

Feels her heart begin to pound

Blue eyes crystal clear

Proposes marriage without fear

by Saffy