SCI-FI/FANTASY Poem: ODD SPACE, by Karen Gemma Brewer

Mrs Tom to Ground Control
Mrs Tom to Ground Control
He’s left his packed lunch on the draining board

Mrs Tom to Ground Control
I was watching Countdown when you rang
What’s our position if you don’t bring him back?

J, I, H, G, F, E, D, C, B, Alpha Bets off

This is Mrs Tom to Ground Control
I’ve had the papers on the phone
They seem to think he’s been wearing my blouses
Have you reminded him it’s time to take his capsule

This is Mrs Tom again, to Ground Control
Reporters at the door
No weight to their peculiar accusations
What do you mean he’s stepped out of the office

Here’s me
Sitting in our parkland trailer
on top of the hill
feeling very blue
now I’m earth bound without you

I’ve thought through one hundred thousand times
words that we exchanged
and I think my instinct knows which way to go
I know you love me but do I still love you

Ground Control to Mrs Tom
Have you told him yet, that you can’t go on
Can you hear me Mrs Tom
Can you want me Mrs Tom
Can you love me Mrs Tom
Can you

Here I lie in our parkland trailer
on top of the hill
Ground Control’s here too
and there’s nothing we can’t do!