Science-faction

Mr Jones was younger than the headmaster, and let us use 
fountain pens instead of those dipping 
nibs.
First I had a debacle with
the iron filings, and I didn't have a valid
experience of magnetic field nor dipole, until 40.
He asked us after Sputnix to do a project about Space. 
A piece of turquoise paper to fold for the cover. and black inside. Drawing
around a reel of 
sticky tape I made a circle to cut away, 
revealing constellations splattered on with white 
paint. Messily - I was only
nine. At home we
weren't allowed to cut up magazines and newspapers,
I don't know why, so Mr Jones said there's
too much empty space in your
homework Kathryn
and I jutted my
chin


© Kathy Labrum McVittie 26 November 2024

 I may have disappointed not only Mr Jones but also Sanaa at dVerse Poets, who is encouraging us to celebrate science fiction in our poetry tonight. Way back in 1963 science fact was stranger than its fiction and I had a blur between the fantastical and the imaginal, the magical... Plus ca change.