Monday, 7 November 2016

A poem by Jo Waterworth

Shooting photons in the Canaries 


They can get lost on the way, you know, violating inequality.
We need a security guarantee.
Are Alice and Bob truly influencing each other?
If local realism was to be believed
he would likely be enamoured with the flutter of every photon set in stone.
Hardcore diamonds containing potential bugs patched the universe,
but so ingrained into our daily thinking is a property called spin
that every test they did was toast, leaving a gap,
a hypothetical pair conventionally known as
rival teams at the University.

(with thanks to New Scientist)






Jo Waterworth lives in Somerset, is a member of Wells Fountain poets and has performed with Strange Sisters. She has won prizes and been published online and in print, most recently in I am Not a Silent Poet, Hedgerow, Gnarled Oak, Obsessed with Pipework, Poetry Space showcases and prizewinners anthology. Her pamphlet My Father Speaks in Poetry Too is available from Poetry Space. Currently studying at Bath Spa University, she blogs at https://jowaterworth23.wordpress.com and https://jowaterworthwriter.wordpress.com

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