Twiglet #294

nature, Personal Reflection, science 1 Minute 

DARK MATTER

will we find
the fabric of darkness
      buried in a mine shaft?

                   this scrim tide
                             that hurricanes through me
                  might leave its finger print

on pure crystal
       like a disrespectful thief,
               then in dogmatic spin 

hold its skirt hems
          tight to its centre
  and never be seen again.

This was written for Twiglet #296. “a dark wall” but largely inspired by a podcast I heard describing how a lab for discerning dark matter is being built a kilometre underground in a gold mine in Victoria (Australia). The idea is that the depth underground will protect the lab from the sun’s radiation. The poem is taken from how the journalist described dark matter.

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We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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13 thoughts on “Twiglet #294”

    1. Sorry Bob. I thought I had replied to this. Thank you. I don’t know anything about the maths either. I just was totally bamboozled by the description of dark matter. It seemed impossible. Magical. And bizarre to need a crystal in a mine. I”m sure there’s more to it than that but people have been laughed at for less weird things. šŸ™‚

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      1. The whole process baffles me too. But I am very glad there are people clever enough to engineer how to measure such things. It’s wonderful how large and complex our universe is. I think your poem was wonderful, and certainly had me more excited about such discoveries.

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  3. Like Bob there, I don’t know much about the maths! But I do love the words and these words are fantastic!
    “this scrim tide that hurricanes through me might leave its finger print” šŸ‘ŒšŸ‘ŒšŸ‘šŸ‘šŸ˜šŸ˜

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  4. What an extraordinary idea – searching for dark matter in an old gold mine. There is a kind of allegorical quality to the quest. Your mysterious poem highlights this. I am in awe of your poetry.

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