by Susan Taylor
Do we look like our name,
like a crystal ball hung in the sky?
Fun to see all that light energy,
try to read it with your two feet
planted on the ground.
What do you know?
Where you attracted to us because
our picture looks like a soft blue lotus
floating, floating, floating?
We’re just two stars clasped together,
locked pretty and tight
in each other’s arms
over crazy amounts of time.
300 years ago, Herschel in Bath blinked
through the first superior telescope,
yearning to discern what we were
and what he saw within us
he called our ‘shining fluid’.
In your snatched lifetime, you discover
stellar winds, blowing bubbles
in our fluorescent coloured light,
our dust rings (we are good housekeepers).
We have our differences though,
we two stars − white dwarf and red giant
clasped together in dying,
but we present to curious eyes
one entrancing jellyfish
floating in a dark speckled sea.
Call us that, or something else if you like,
some words you find by chance.
Someone at NASA described us
as a butterfly of space.
This we like, for
we fold winds of change
in a crystal ball of chance.