That Other Earth

That Other Earth

I know the picture is shoddy on this one but I’m afraid my geography is extremely poor so I can’t draw a realistic looking Earth.

One night over Summer, I woke up suddenly at about 3:00 AM and rushed to grab a pen and some paper. A bizarre sonnet had appeared almost fully formed in my head. Imagine, if you can, that another planet hung above Earth in space. What if there was a second Earth which had a north pole on the bottom so that our poles repelled each other and it kept them up there? That’s the basis for this poems. An old man is telling his grandson about the time when another planet sat above their heads. It was a beautiful time but it all went horribly wrong. The fact that I wrote this at 3:00 probably explains how stupid it is.

That Other Earth

When I was young, lad, two Earths shared the sky
Our peoples worked in peace towards our goals
We both flew round the sun, not caring why
We soon found out we had opposite poles

It kept them floating up above our heads
But human nature craves experiment
We noosed that Earth with several billion threads
To pull the planet down our minds were bent

With each man tugging, naught stood in our way
We brought the planet close enough to touch
But then the straining threads began to fray
The polar repulsion became too much

And to our shame, the once great human race
We launched that other  Earth out into space

The vastness of space is matched only by the unfathomable depths of the Birmingham cloud cover that hides it

The vastness of space is matched only by the unfathomable depths of the Birmingham cloud cover that hides it

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