Wednesday's Verse - The Brastineek Survivors
This week’s verse moves from an urban fantasy verse about trolls and fairies to a science fiction poem about rescuing survivors from a crashed starship. It is taken from 366 Days of Poetry, a
collection of mixed-genre poetry released in 2016.
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Through the skies with engines
racing, came the cruiser, cannons blazing,
firing even as it died,
falling, starlike, through burning skies.
Dying like an ember flaring,
flaring brighter than the sunset’s glow,
falling like a star from
Heaven, fighting even as it dies,
with only us to see it
falling, only us to hear it cry,
watching as it passes by.
We watched its back trail,
barely breathing, hoping none would chase it down,
and, in relief, we watched it,
breathing as we saw it barely level out.
Knowing there would be
survivors, hoping we could reach them soon,
we mounted skimmer, bike and
hover, following on its smoking route.
Barely breathing as it
descended, we ran after as it came down,
seeking the survivors out.
There were fewer than what we
hoped for, but more than we had ever dreamed.
We opened hatches, pulled them
out, hurried them from the burning wreck,
got them swiftly under cover,
before their ship’s killer searched it down,
got them swiftly under cover,
and, when the ship blew, hit the deck,
avoiding debris, before
rising, to take a look at the hole it left.
The dead were of a grave
bereft.
We waited ’til the searchers
left, our bodies hidden in the heat
of burning spacecraft and
rising vapours, fouling the sensors
that did seek, and so were
saved the last survivors
of the fight for the world of
Brastineek.
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You can find the first two poetry
collections at the links below - although there are plans to reissue them with
more genre-appropriate covers in the future. The third collection will be
released later in the year.
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