In Space

is the silence so sacred
that stillness is a solace
to the spinning?

Are star lights
like dainty daisies that illuminate the night?

Is the earth
but a beacon of beauty
when viewed from afar,
so far that you cannot hear
Man and his kind


All words by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter Prompt from #ShapePoetry



  1. In space no one can hear you scream. Didn’t you know that? Love this poem. Space poems with all that vastness to play with bring out the inventivity in a poet. That first stanza is gorgeous.

    1. Thank you Jane, it was a great prompt. Alien did pop into my head immediately and i liked the idea of turning it on itself. A nice distraction from the packing and sorting and moving and dealing with everything french- surely things are more efficient in space than they are in France! Hope you are well settled at this point! Big hugs from the capital of arrogance and questionable service! And breathe!

      1. We haven’t even started the serious packing yet! Things move so slowly it will be mid September before we’re away.

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