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Thursday, 7 March 2013
A beam of light.
Before we split the atom
we split light,
a simple glass contraption
did the job.
From a single beam of white
we made a seven-stranded wonder,
violet to red
and every child in Christendom
could play with them.
The atom, though,
was such a great advance on that!
It made it possible
to vaporise a man
and leave him on a boulder
or a wall -- a work of art
to stir the minds of man
never known before. Even Raphael in all
his prime could not approach
the elusiveness of pastel shades,
the subtleties of shape,
the eloquence of line and silhouette
that splitting atoms brought into the world.
Oh yes, my friend,
it's been a huge advance for science --
see how far we've come! --
since first we split a simple ray of light.
Written for Poetry Jam's prompt and image : Prism.