“However long we live, life is short and however important man becomes, he is nothing compared to the stars. There are secrets, dear sister, and it is for us to reveal them.”
The world was against her, right from the start,
Wrong time and wrong gender; a mother’s hard heart.
Typhus as a child, fever and chill,
And though unlike many, recovery from ill
She never grew much beyond four feet tall
Perhaps this is why she rose above of it all,
To become a groundbreaker, a real pioneer,
Caroline Herschel – the woman once here.
Denied education, trained only to serve
It was going to take some dedication, some dare and some verve
To get the hell out of 18th Century Germany
And join her brother William across the wide sea.
He was already the talk of the town,
With his songs and his concerts and his wig and his gown.
She joined in the singing but never did blend
Into life, society – no status, no friend.
But now was her chance to start to learn,
And now was her chance to start to earn.
A sibling as your tutor is a real mixed blessing
For algebra, geometry, trigonometry lessons.
He also taught her to sing like a bird,
But she felt trapped in his cage, and refused to be heard,
At any concerts that weren’t his own.
Blood thicker than water and loyal to the bone.
Soon the sky became William’s wanderlust,
Astronomy called, leaving scores gathering dust.
And although she desired to still share her own voice,
She worked to support him, did she have any choice?
She referred to herself as his “well trained pup”;
Doing as he commanded, as they both looked up,
To the stars and recorded whatever they found.
Through the telescopes he built and the lenses she ground.
In March 1781 he was victorious!
His superior telescope discovered Uranus!
It meant one last concert and then her voice no longer heard,
As he became court astronomer to King George the Third.
But it wasn’t just her singing that she felt had been taken,
But her own astronomy practice, as she was always making,
The parts for his scope – hours of polishing with care,
And climbing to fit them, fifty feet up in the air.
“I am much hindered in my practice by my help being continually wanted in the execution of the various astronomical contrivances.”
This Celestial Cinderella was told to ‘sweep’ the sky,
She found she had quite a flair for it; she found she had an eye,
For nebulae, comets, hundreds of stars no man had seen,
Sitting for hours in dark frosty fields with no other human being.
Then after years as his go to girl, events begin to change,
William fell for rich widow Mary Pitt – Caroline’s life was rearranged.
He moved in here, they moved her on, she’d lost her role, for now,
But when William died her nephew John took her back to The Observatory in Slough.
The first ever woman in the world to be paid,
For the contribution to science that she made.
Honorary Member was bestowed on she,
By the totally male Royal Astronomical Society.
They awarded a Gold medal in 1828,
The next woman had 160 years to wait (Vera Rubin fact fiends)
And in her 96th year, for doing her thing,
A Gold Medal for Science; from the Prussian King.
Buried with a lock of William’s hair,
The headstone of her grave declares:
“The eyes of her who is glorified here below
turned to the starry heavens” – yet though,
where other mortals just have granite to be remembered by,
Caroline has markers in the sky:
A place on the moon, ever dancing with earth;
A Comet of ice with a tail of fire bursts.
A remarkable woman, an inspiration to us
Who made her mark on the cosmos, without any fuss.
But there’s just one thing that’s getting me down –
Remembered in this universe, but not in this town.
I’ve minded the heavens, but now I must,
Return to the universe, once more to star dust.
A century of this life for me is enough.
The cosmos is within us. We’re made of such stuff.
anna jones ©2016
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
I searched for you across wild oceans,
Never daring to dream that I would find
Such a ***** dangerous, delicious passion
Which, after more than four hundred summers, still burns hot.
But you are colder now.
When I discovered your riches,
I knew I had to possess you entirely.
The blood lost and the blood lust
Was worth it to make you mine.
But you are bolder now.
I never wanted to set you free.
Your Declaration of Independence nearly destroyed me.
I had to accept your right to Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness,
To lose you completely would be unbearable.
You are the scolder now.
Like a white knight, your white light saved me,
As it seared through flesh, turning skin inside out and the whole world upside down.
You were Oversexed and Overpaid,
But I needed you Over Here beside me.
You are the shoulder now.
Through time and space, our destructive power has bound us together,
I have fallen; my heart is given; my soul is sold.
I'd lie for you, I'd die for you;
Take tooth for tooth and eye for eye for you.
It's all in a sexed up folder now.
Of late, others say you have grown so ugly;
Distorted and deranged with and beyond belief;
Frenzied and overcome with hate, but I still love you,
Still long for our special relationship.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder now.
anna jones ©2017
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
I’m Medusa, yes Medusa
Not long life that was Methuselah
Vile violent visage I am the muse for
Gorgon legend is my future
I’m abused and an abuser
I am used and I’m a user
Magnet to so many suitors
Once a beauty now a bruiser
Myth: Just deserts for killer cougar
Truth: ***** then accused as a seducer
Athene was my disapprover
Sisterhood is just a rumour
Hair curled tight it can’t get smoother
Locks they’re snakes crawled from a sewer
Lovers now they’re getting fewer
Call me mad it’s only lunar
Perseus my persecutor
In slaying Titans he’d been tutored
He is blessed, I’m outmanoeuvred
My death births Pegasus the wing’d hoofer
Seem to have lost my sense of humour
Need more than a troubleshooter
Temperature has just got cooler
Turn to stone you’re such a loser
anna jones ©2017
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC