Silly SciFi Poem

A ship upon a shadowed sea,
Its sails unfurled towards night,
Born forth into eternity,
So fast, and yet, sub-light.

Why yes, my brain is fried right now… how’d you guess? (Otherwise known as: This is why Martha’s are no longer allowed to write poems about solar sails. Or space in general. Evar. *nods solemnly*)

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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