Photo: ESA

The Science Cafe was packed tonight for the lecture on the Hubble Space Telescope’s 25th year in operation and the audience was very appreciative of our poetry. I combined the prompt below with the presentation and came up with my final poem of April. Thanks for reading!

From the Poetic Asides blog:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Bury the (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Some possible titles include: “Bury the Hatchet,” “Bury the Body,” “Bury the Past,” “Bury the Hate,” and “Bury the Acorns.”

Bury me with my Glasses

I earned my first pair of glasses
when I was thirteen.
The Hubble Space Telescope
got his at three.
Before I could see the blackboard.
After I could read the writing.

Imagine if my eyes
were the size of dinner plates!
Then I could gawk at the girl next door,
Andromeda, glimmering beautiful
in the autumn night.

Maybe with giant eyes and giant glasses,
I could confirm Einstein’s theory
of gravitational lensing
and watch supernovae ignite
long before the dinosaurs were born.

When I die,
bury me with my glasses.
No! Bury me at sea,
like the Hubble
and like him,
a far greater poet
will replace me.