Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer Poet Rhyme

The Resurected Woman

I weep, I weep, I weep;
And volunteer for long term Cryo-sleep.
If in five hundred years’  time
I am full and in my prime,
He and she will be but a dream
Imprinted upon the wall by my last scream.
At the dawn of a new day
Five centuries are dewed away.
A butterfly, I will uncurl
Open the lid, the tubes unfurl,
And over a planet I will stand
Earth’s dream at my command.

Originally published:

Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 85, January 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM85COMP.pdf].

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Faraz Ajmal June 5, 2017 at 5:20 PM A very beautiful written poem, you do have an excellent imagenary, however I m new on this site and would really appreciate if you could find time to read my poems and give your honest reviews about them

Old Buck April 18, 2017 at 5:40 PM Cecelia: Very imaginative. When I go in the box however , I don't want it to be an "ice box". :o) Thanks for sharing this with all of us on the soup. oldbuck