The real origin of science fiction lay in the seventeenth-century novels of exploration in fabulous lands. Therefore Jules Verne's story of travel to the moon is not science fiction because they go by rocket but because of where they go. It would be as much science fiction if they went by rubber band.
DescriptionA relaxing sunny evening by a calm, Atlantic sea
Waves in, waves out, splosh
Hypnotic, spray, splish, splash, lap
Waves in, waves out, plop.
One Glorious Day
DescriptionIts such a perfect day
Green carpeted path
Harebells, foxgloves, lichen, moss
Pave the the way to shore
Ocean blue, grey crags
Of Rhum, Eigg, Ardnamurchan
Dolphins frolic, dance.
DescriptionThat distinctive evocative aroma
Essence, scents waft by
Newly mown invigorate
Soul's lost memory.
The Sound Of Silence
DescriptionWritten from an isolated garden - somewhere on the Isle of Mull - during my holiday
Nothing in my head
But the woosh of whirring breeze
The sound of silence
Light dances through leaves
Lifts and sparkles its own joy