This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to look to the future and wax poetic on what we see there. I’m not sure if this fits the sci-fi that Bjorn would like to see, but I’m all about the dystopia, so this is what you’re getting! It’s partially inspired by the Silo series of books by Hugh Howey which I absolutely adore.
I hope you enjoy my creation – and please visit dVerse to read the other imaginings of my fellow poets!
I can only imagine the long waiting and havoc of the firestorms ~ What will it look like after, we fear it might not be livable & hospitable to all ~ Good one Freya ~
Wow.. yes this fits the prompts perfectly.. I get some vibes from the soldier’s dream in H.G. Wells as well.. not really a brand new world .. wonderful picture painting Freya..
You have painted a dark and scary world here! I like “We only have the myths, encased in dusty pages / Of books never read /To help us imagine what Above / Is” but can’t imagine living in such a terrifying place. Well-done!
oh this is delicious….i def want to hear more…what an intriguing story you have set up in it as well…for survival…what a thing to have to choose as well…a life below with no sun…
For me this is the best scifi/fantasy, taking what is and asking What if this continues, what then? And that could lead to the fall or the rise, depending how far out we are willing to travel. I await the novel that this poem belongs in.
Thank you, Susan. No matter how far in the future a novel (or poem!) is sent, if it involves humans, or derivatives of humans, then the basic questions are always there to answer. The risk/reward profile might change, the outcome might be more fundamental, but the overriding themes are based on love and survival (in my opinion)>
Strange how we rarely give a thought to what is below our feet: always dream and look up.
What could pass for hell is physically so close, with all the burning gases and fires.
Freya Writes... 
I can only imagine the long waiting and havoc of the firestorms ~ What will it look like after, we fear it might not be livable & hospitable to all ~ Good one Freya ~
Thank you, Heaven. I can’t do aliens. I find what we are capable of more terrifying than anyone from another planet, to be honest!
Wow.. yes this fits the prompts perfectly.. I get some vibes from the soldier’s dream in H.G. Wells as well.. not really a brand new world .. wonderful picture painting Freya..
Thank you, Bjorn. Interesting how nobody ever really predicts a utopian future for us… I must revisit HG Wells…
What a frightening scenario this is! Fate sealed…there is no redemption!
I’m a cruel world-builder…
You have painted a dark and scary world here! I like “We only have the myths, encased in dusty pages / Of books never read /To help us imagine what Above / Is” but can’t imagine living in such a terrifying place. Well-done!
Thank you, Gabriella. Wherever we escape to, we take ourselves with us. Perhaps that’s the terrifying prospect…
How terrifying. Each word packs a powerful punch.
Thank you, Suzanne.
How terrifying – each word packs a powerful punch.
Sounds like the beginnings of a book… very intriguing, Ray.
Oops, I’m sorry Freya!
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Thank you, Laurie.
oh this is delicious….i def want to hear more…what an intriguing story you have set up in it as well…for survival…what a thing to have to choose as well…a life below with no sun…
Thank you, Brian. Yes, is survival at all costs any kind of life to live…?
For me this is the best scifi/fantasy, taking what is and asking What if this continues, what then? And that could lead to the fall or the rise, depending how far out we are willing to travel. I await the novel that this poem belongs in.
Thank you, Susan. No matter how far in the future a novel (or poem!) is sent, if it involves humans, or derivatives of humans, then the basic questions are always there to answer. The risk/reward profile might change, the outcome might be more fundamental, but the overriding themes are based on love and survival (in my opinion)>
Strange how we rarely give a thought to what is below our feet: always dream and look up.
What could pass for hell is physically so close, with all the burning gases and fires.
Indeed, you are quite right. Hidden in plain sight…
I am loving this. So well done! I want more! 🙂
Thank you 🙂
If Isaac Asimov had written poetry, I can see him having done something like this. Very well done!
Goodness me, Bryan – thank you!