Solaris. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

I'm out of the Station
out of the shuttle
perched on this moving 
crumbling Mimoid 

in its shimmering ocean
like an ancient city in ruins
                        like a Pompeii in lava.

Suddenly there's Snow's voice 
in my brain, she's gone Kelvin 
she's gone, she was just a projection.

The ocean laps at my booted feet
as if to anoint them
as porous stalagmites slide underward.

It's in my blood, but not my blood
our crystals are alien, i hear 
Snow's voice again, like an echo
                            she was just a projection

& you, Snow, what are you, i yell
as the stalactites fall to dust – 'Snow!' 

* Solaris Stanislaw Lem

Robin Ouzman Hislop, born UK, a reader in philosophy & religions, has travelled extensively throughout his lifetime but now lives in semi- retirement as a TEFL teacher and translator in Spain & the UK.
Robin was editor of the 12 year running on-line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. In 2013 he joined with Dave Jackson as co-editor at, where he presently edits Poetry Life & Times,,
He’s been previously published in a variety of international magazines, later publications including Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review (Appalachian University, N. Carolina), The Poetic Bond Volumes ( and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes (a recently published international Anthology of Sonnets). His most last publication is a volume of collected poems All the Babble of the Souk available at all main online tributaries Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop the Babble of the Souk