The Space Cadet Science Fiction Review, Spring 2022 (issue #1)

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Poetry by Richard Stevenson


Atmospheric Beasts

Wait a minute! What if the clouds
could support life? No shortage
of water up there! Nice fluffy outerwear . . .

You can’t see ‘em cos you ain’t lookin’!
I tell you they’re not sky dragons –
visions that could spawn a myth or two –

but sky jellyfish. They say pwdre ser
Welsh for rot from the stars – drops everywhere.
Gelatinous remains. Drop to earth, evaporate

before you can collect the goop
from your tree branches or lawn.
Half invisible, not of this world . . .

I tell you: atmospheric beasts exist!
Flying rods aren’t biochemical blemishes.
They’re single-celled creatures eighteen feet long!

You gotta change your frame of reference!
These creatures might not be carbon-based;
they may not be completely material.

Parts of them, their whole bodies can
shape-shift like the clouds themselves.
They’re in their element in a sea above us.

Richard Stevenson

Richard Stevenson recently retired to Nanaimo from a thirty-year gig teaching English and Creative Writing at Lethbridge College. He has published thirty-six books in total, counting forthcoming volumes.

Editor’s Note: Richard has been nominated for the Rhysling Award by this publishing house. Richard’s Wikipedia.