The Alien Luau
Poem Sci Fi: Alien ships with silver sails Crossed black unending sea, With gifts of carved volcanic glass And figs with roasted Brie.
The Alien Luau
They found your golden record spun
Through cold and starless deep,
A little song in metal pressed
The dark had failed to keep.
They studied every etched command,
Each photograph and tune,
The whale song hymns, the dancing drums,
The old Hawaiian moon.
They saw your beaches bright with smiles,
Your feast beneath the sun,
Your flower crowns and painted cups,
And thought all worlds were one.
They bowed before the pineapple,
Declared it sacred fruit,
And held your tiny umbrellas
As symbols absolute.
A scholar played “Johnny B. Goode”
With reverence and tears,
And called it Earth’s most holy chant
Preserved across the years.
They mapped the pulse of distant stars,
Your careful cosmic plea,
And said, “At last, the Feast World calls,
They have invited thee.”
Alien ships with silver sails
Crossed black unending sea,
With gifts of carved volcanic glass
And figs with roasted Brie.
At last they reached the little world
That shimmered blue and green,
And saw great crowds along the shores
In flowered summer scenes.
The aliens gasped in great relief,
Their captain filled with glee.
“Apologies we’re rather late,
Here’s our RSVP.”
By Heather Patton / Verdant Butterfly
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The title definitely set an expectation the piece didn't quite meet. That said, I loved it.
A well-crafted piece! Lovely! :)