On Flimsiness
by and published in Edition Seven of Pomegranate
The willow existed and a new sky
Promised forgiveness and warmth,
But we were too busy punishing each other
To see how the stars bled
That night, they shed each age, all
The millennia of hydrogen and helium
Seeking a heavier element, a
Substantial inertia something new and blue
Without the weight of that great start
The inescapable theology, demands,
Reasons that never were. With each
Metamorphosis something was lost
Not created, only a hope of raw energy
A universe with a different shape
That would protect each fragile breath of
Light and close each curtain from the night.
Helen Parker
Helen Parker is in her first year studying Land Economy at Queens’ College, Cambridge University. She grew up on three continents and is often queried about her accent that hints at Worcestershire country bumpkin sometimes, and Hong Kong expatriate at others. She enjoys drama, sex, and poetry, but not necessarily in that order. She is a vegan, and wiles away her student days engaged in her favourite past times and hunting down new and exciting ingredients. The hope is that one day she will return to Indonesia and fight for West Timor’s independence.