red in a dark-sky rising
the moon bloodied by red umbra
sheds too little light
summer sun sleeps
beneath our horizon
obscured by earth
obscured by earth
shadows of our making
cast themselves like fog
in darkness dim as doubt
in darkness dim as doubt
the moon tidally locked
blushes in its shame dry as dust
it holds no water
blushes in its shame dry as dust
it holds no water
red planet in the same sky rising
thirty-six million miles in opposition
hides its liquid underground
still and secret
thirty-six million miles in opposition
hides its liquid underground
still and secret
rivers once flowed on barren
mountains fissured still
by creeks and rills
mountains fissured still
by creeks and rills
deep in the aquifer
primordial cells may yet swim
living spirals to our distant
and ignorant eyes
primordial cells may yet swim
living spirals to our distant
and ignorant eyes
for now phobos and deimos
fear and dread skim the surface
their captured rotation erratic
fast slow crashing toward planetfall
fear and dread skim the surface
their captured rotation erratic
fast slow crashing toward planetfall
following the last water as it seeps
© Brian Hill
Mars has a vast underground reservoir of water, scientists find in major breakthrough in search for alien life
Rare Red Moon and Mars in evening sky on 27 July
Brian Hill. 50 years a poet. One-time designer and film-maker; long ago, the rhyme-slinger, cartoon cowboy, and planetarium poet; now feverishly stringing words together in the hope of making sense.
Rare Red Moon and Mars in evening sky on 27 July
Brian Hill. 50 years a poet. One-time designer and film-maker; long ago, the rhyme-slinger, cartoon cowboy, and planetarium poet; now feverishly stringing words together in the hope of making sense.
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