What is this object, this slab of pulverised fibre that was once a living plant? No life remains here, only cyber inhabitants of a starved planet. Yet here it is: this wad of paper tattooed with ancient symbols, a human record of the signals transmitted far into hyper- space for thousands of years, trapped in the soul of a tree in the name of creativity. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2023

Image by Maria Paula Contreras on Unsplash
It’s Day 20 and we’re 2/3 of the way through NaPoWriMo. The optional prompt asks what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us and the challenge is to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist, with the object or site of study being anything from a ‘World’s Best Granddad’ coffee mug to Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a mobile phone.
We both used the word ‘pulverised’.
Good one, Kim. Your world has rather more left in it than mine, a symbol at least.
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I’d like to think the last book might be poetry.
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It wouldn’t be a best-seller, that’s for sure. They are far too ephemeral.
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A strange object indeed. And a challenge to preserve
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BRAVO
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Thanks Ron!
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So many excellent phrases in this beautiful poem. Particularly love
“trapped in the soul of a tree
in the name of creativity.”
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Thank you so much!
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Well done on this one Kim👏
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Thanks Mich!
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