
It won’t last forever.
The stone, dust, and ice
already gently raining down
to the surface below.
This period of public morning
a fitting royal tribute.
The remains evenly spread out,
so perfectly arranged
by Queen Ops.
A spectacular display
this wake for Chrysalis,
their lost daughter torn apart
by unrelenting tidal forces.
She will be reigned back in
and her ashes scattered
across the surface
of King Saturn.
One by one,
the slow moving
viewing line of
poorly dressed spacecraft
swing by
to pay our respects
on their way out
to even colder
more distant realms.
After the viewing,
in hushed voices,
each of the mourners
can’t help but marvel
at just how lovely she looks.
Cosmic Wake written in response to the inaugural Amplification Effect, a group exercise exploring symbolic material. The symbol explored was a ring that is not a ring. Join in this Sunday for the next group symbolic exploration.
I am already older than Methuselah was
But I fear I’ll never wake to see what ’twas.
A mere child in the Cosmic timeframes.
I enjoyed this! Cleverly written!
Thank you for taking the time to say so.
Mi piace molto il cosmo 🪐
sono così felice di sentirlo
😉🪐🌟