Just as the life support systems are about to shut down, space travelers caught in the Spider Nebula's web, are rescued.

This poem by Terri Leigh Relf has very interesting allegoric possibilities, some which lend themselves to the Christmas season rather nicely.

 


Poetry
Speculative

it is like the wind
this breath
that flows in
iridescent rivulets
glistens
from the center of
the spider nebula’s web

it is like the rain
this sound
that bids me
lean close
then closer
the port window
now aglow with
beacon lights

it is like hope
this taste
that crawls into
my mouth
lingers
in my mind
as dawn emerges  
from its cocoon
of night
and we are
rescued
at last



                                                                     

Copyright 2006, Terrie Leigh Relf, The Boortean Ambassador. All rights reserved.


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