Polarities, by Britta Benson

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Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry prompt. The theme: write a poem about the sun and the moon. Here’s the link to David’s full blog post: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/06/w3-prompt-10-weave-written-weekly/

My thoughts went straight to opposites and polarities. We depend so much on both the sun and the moon and they couldn’t be more different if they tried. In my poem, I use the word ‘constance’, instead of constancy. I know, Constance is a name, meaning ‘constancy’. I think, ‘constance’ should be a noun. So I use it.

Here goes.


We strive for constance, regularity, and flattest calm seas,
ignoring what each storm, each atom knows since creation:
Lives thrive in polarities far beyond our deepest, wildest.

How do we sleep, sandwiched between blazing plasma,
heated to incandescence by nuclear fusion in its core,
and our cold, solid satellite, made of grey rock and metal?

Lives thrive in constant push and pull, and fickle instabilities,
waxings and wanings, the fulls and news. We need change.
We hate it all the same. Opposites ask unwelcome questions.

We strive for constance, regularity, and flattest calm seas,
and yet, we sleep like babies, amused by a tiny playball,
depending completely on the light of a distant burning star.

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