POETRYIron Motherby Megan Merchant

Megan Merchant with the poem "Iron Mother". 

I offer her a gift of snipped wildflowers from our land, frozen in glue.  
If she holds it up to the light, she can see I picked them right before
they had a chance to bloom. 

Andrew Pidoux returns with another sonnet from a galaxy far, far away - this time based on Han Solo. 

if his so-called “hunk-of-junk” spaceship
weren’t retrofitted with warp drive to thwart
hulking Star Destroyers and give the slip
to Bounty Hunters, he and his hairy
co-pilot, Chewbacca, his only pal,   
would have stood no chance against such scary    
monsters as sarlaccs, exogorths, et al.