Space Ninjas, by Deborah Walker

First published in Star*line 2011


Ninjas uncurling into the edge of the nebula,

into the stellar birthing grounds,

burnt paper drifting in the smoke of space.

They do not hear the sirens’ song,

the ancient voices, gliding through the pillars of light,

hosannas to the coalescence of a star’s birth.


Ninjas wrapped in nano-silk,

re-building the air they breathe, molecule by molecule,

flashing morning-star weapons,

longing to slash their rivals’ call.


Across this system, across their lives’ time,

they have tracked the sirens.

And on a seed-ship, fathers, brothers, husband, sons

are still, silent and listening.


Space ninjas, the incandescent, angry, burning women,

looking for answers inside nebulous smoke-light frozen-dust,

believing that release will come with death.


Deborah Walker grew up in the most English town in the country, but she soon high-tailed it down to London, where she now lives with her partner, Chris, and her two young children. Find Deborah in the British Museum trawling the past for future inspiration or on her blog:

Posted on October 9, 2014, in Issue 15: Elves & Spacerockets and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: