Been working on this for a while, hope some of you like it...
THE STORMThe Sun has almost gone now,
fading from my sight behind
a molasses-murky sky, and Earth’s
post-sunset sapphire spark
is just a distant memory.
I cannot move, and drooling over new Victorian vistas
must await until Sol’s golden glow
warms my frozen heart again for I am cold,
so cold, and feel ten thousand sols old
as I stand here, fearful that the dust I see
fouling the sky above me will fall suddenly,
smothering me, Mars murdering me
with her deadly pillow of particles
pushed down against my face –
But I am not dead
yet, and although
I itch insanely, and would scratch myself
to wreckage if I had been built with hands
I shall stand here, sentinel-still, until
the sky begins to clear… or I hear
my stubborn heartbeat start to slow,
and
then I’ll know my stay
on Meridiani’s rolling plains is at an end
and
you, my faithful friends Out There,
must promise not to mourn for me,
but celebrate my life and all the wondrous sights
we saw
together. Never think
of me with sadness, but be glad
we walked this world hand in hand,
cresting wind-carved dunes, swooning
at the sight of sunlight painting
Endurance’s epic walls,
falling to our knees in awe as
Victoria’s rippled floor opened up before us..!
But trust me, while a single warming spark
sputters on inside my shivering heart
I will prevail, and as the dust clouds sail
across my sky I shall just close my eyes
against the wind and bide my time,
for Barsoom gloomiest, darkest day
is
still a thing of beauty… And if I
am to die
here I will still have lived a life
far longer than was planned in this land
of rock and stone. Meridiani is my home,
and if Victoria is to be my lonely
tomb then there is no view I would rather see,
as I drift into my final, well-earned sleep.
© Stuart Atkinson 2007