Friday, January 10, 2014

Blueshift

Landscape Orb by Deborah Glessner


I take the stem of the world
between my fingers
and twist:
A, B, C . . .

Letting the letters
follow my fingers,
I twist:
E, F, G . . .

Blueing the mare
between Alpha and Omega,
I twist:
N, O, P . . .

Too fast -
I miss the breaking
of the stem.

When I was a kid, we played a game that involved twisting an apple stem and reciting letters.  Supposedly, the stem would break when you reached the first letter of the first name of the person you would marry.  This is a take on that old game.

A blueshift occurs when objects are moving so fast toward an observer that the blue spectrum of light becomes more visible.

For Margaret's challenge at Real Toads

23 comments:

Gail said...

I like the twist on the game I, too, use to play.

Susan said...

Both game and blue shift are new to me. I imagined a celestial glass maker letting earth out of his/her hands too soon. Like it!

Enigmatic Soul said...

Interesting, I never knew about the game until now. And...

"Too fast -
I miss the breaking
of the stem." - brilliant ending.

Kerry O'Connor said...

What an amazing idea, MZ. I also played that game, and it was instantly recognizable in your opening stanza. But, oh, how well you put the whole concept into words.

Poem jealous much? Nah...

Robert Bourne said...

I didn't know the game.. so this was a discovery for me...there is always something to learn..

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I remember that game. Of course, I pulled right at the letter I wanted!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I remember that game. Of course, I pulled right at the letter I wanted!

grapeling said...

and.... does Papa Zen begin with P? Of course it does. ~

hedgewitch said...

If this were only he title, it would be something--the inexorable helix in nature, in ..not love, but hope, is rewound here, and everything shifts.

hedgewitch said...

'the' not he

blueoran said...

I got the sense of someone who's so intent on taking a picture they miss looking at the day. Here the promised beloved occludes a believable world. Yes.

Sioux said...

Mama Zen--I am constantly amazed at the range of subjects you cover in your poetry, and the range of voices/tone.

Jeezle.

kaykuala said...

A game meant for little girls can be interestingly a curiosity! Nicely MZ!

Hank

Grace said...

I don't think I have played this game but something similar ~ Good one MZ ~


Margaret said...

I think your brain needs to be bottled and preserved for future generations to admire :) This is so simple, yet SO clever!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

An amazing write, MZ. I had forgotten the twisting of the apple stem......LOVE "blueing the mare........and your explanation of blueshift. As always, you leave us with a lot to think about and do it in such tight concise writing.

Helen said...

Apples .. apples .. we all fall down. Love this, MZ!

humbird said...

Love games, but never heard this one...we could reeling up the thread or hair counting letters...~ Also didn't know about blueshift..~ Glad to learn, appreciate!

Isadora Gruye said...

This was an interesting take on the image in the orb. I too remember those silly games. Why was it that we girls were in such a damn hurry to figure out who we would marry? Seems ridiculous now, no? Viva la MZ.

Fireblossom said...

It was "R". Take my word for it; I have sources. :-P

I love the part about the blueing. How did you know about that? It's news to me.

Fireblossom said...

I mean "blushift." That's a way better word. I guess I got lost in the laundry room with my "blueing". Can't spell, either.

Kay L. Davies said...

I grew up surrounded by orchards. I remember playing that game.
Very interesting about the blueshift. You do have an amazing mind, as Margaret suggested. Admiration all over the place from me.
K

Akila G said...

Interesting!