The Girton Poetry Group

Not Averse

The Scientist

Oh take me back to the start,

at the moment where opposites attract,

for this is where we begin.

We were both made from stardust

and blood rust

as the sky began seeping liquid gold,

the kind that still refracts through your eyes.

I’m not sure when we collected this specimen of sadness.

Helium and hydrogen hauled together

at our heart’s core.

I keep us cold in a glass jar,

but secretly hope there is

no possibility of preservation.

You tell me there is

always something I could have done differently.

There is

nothing

in between.

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

In between

nothing,

there is

always something I could have done differently.

You tell me there is

no possibility of preservation -

but secretly hope there is.

I keep us cold in a glass jar

at our heart's core.

Helium and hydrogen hauled together.

I'm not sure when we collected this specimen of sadness,

the kind that still refracts through your eyes.

As the sky began seeping liquid gold

and blood rust

we were both made from stardust.

For this is where we begin,

at the moment where opposites attract.

Oh take me back to the start.