The deserts of the Morelleans
furthest along the galactic rim
lost amid extinguished suns
beckoned me with rippling waves
of heated earths and rocky spires
reaching toward the sky’s pink aura
above its dust and winds that sing
of cataclysmic meteorites
and torn asteroidal rings
that arc across the star-specked sky
an archway to my wanderings...In pursuit of a unique collection
of shiny high-energy space debris
I find a piece of dull misshaped
inscrutible inert scrapped twisted metal
made with no other particular purpose
than to add a bit of variety
to my accumulation of space ejecta
strewn about the galaxy...
I've hitched free ridesthrough space and time
in pursuit of these trite oddities;
yet here it's quietude I find, and peace
when the planet is not upheaved
quaking as it forms and cools
in aeons longer than the trailsI weave when hitching random rides
between the dawn and twilight’s ruin;
meeting up with ever-stranger
beings of trade and beings of danger
I share their muted consciousness
as they employ me far and wideto lend my creative energies
to profitable space-born undertakings…
yet in this sandy place I find
though barren scapes run planet-wide
clarity upon this dim-brown world;
so I wander, then returnas my work and journey ends
amid the distant arms that bendthroughout the spiraling galaxy...
--Reptile men, colonists,
miners, traders, solar-sailors
all pay me highly for my skills;
yet my mind is ever transient
while hitching rides in space-time bent
between black holes from supernovae
reaching with their tendril arms
to transform matter straying near
into ectoplasmic-pressed debris;I, from such colds and darks retreat
back to this desert planet’s feet
planted in the Milky Way
beyond the Magellanic Clouds
atop a heated nebula
emanating from a shroud
of forming stars amid the clouds
meandering through the trading lanesof interstellar colonies...
Yes, I return here to the sands
furthest along the galactic rim
and lose myself, like a tiny grainin the deserts of the Morelleans.
Author notes
You already have a fine collection of shiny high-energy space debris here; here is a piece of dull inert scrap metal with no particular purpose, other than to add variety to the existing ejecta...!
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Fantastic
This is a really artful and beautiful write - you are certainly making me think about who to judge first place.. I'm thinking.. thinking... -
wbiro
it is an fun narrative into space travel filled with lots of space references and alien encounters. You used some end rhymes and sound play and gave it story like quality that just sort of burned up as it came into the atmosphers.
Good job and good luck.
jim -
If you see Obewan or AugyBendoggy ,tell them hello from me.Ha! Just putting you on.This made me think of Luke Skywalker living on the planet with his Uncle and Aunt.It's a fine story line and flows quite smoothly.You make it sound as if there truely is a desert named Morelleans.But it sounds as if you're well studied on your knowledge of planetary alignments.~~Suseann





