ELISE WITHEY
Third Prize - 2023 Tower Poetry Competition, 'The Planets'
Future of Space Travel c.1783
The hot air balloon rises and the man inside
reaches for the apple sky
with two soft hands.
He thinks that he could hold its weight
the way a fish bears the ocean on its back
unthinking, that it would sink and settle round
each shoulder joint, each human curve;
he reaches, dreaming Atlas, dares to hope
that the press of blue to shoulders, sun to spine,
the weight of sky on hands
will leave, in the bareness,
some fingerprint —
Here is a story about desire: the first man to go up in a hot air balloon
was the first to die in one.
His balloon sliced the clouds neatly, a second Fall,
baring white flesh and canvas, seeds and core,
it was red and when the
fabric tore the hot air inside burst out
a warning gasp
Jean François Pilatre de Rozier (1754–1785). The first aeronaut.