Ode to Coronal Mass Ejections

I

Hurtling away from the Sun’s Corona at sci-fi speeds, a voice of mere charged inflection,

Your particles cross the void, millions of miles in an eldritch race,

A mad, malicious intent on our blue orb Your direction,

Whipping our magnetosphere, charging it with power, countless watts from space,

So many problems you doth incite, stellar, blasphemous Coronal Mass Ejection.

II

Among the myriad troubles Your magnetic, plasmatic form is the root cause,

Certainly worst arises from vicious mingling with our planetary magnetic shield--

Our meekness unveiled, technological wonders scathed by the electrical awes.

And disrupted, sometimes broken twist our satellites and airy stations in nodding yield,

Even surface power lines fall from man’s command, griped by Your cosmic jaws.

III

And how easily we are afflicted as You overtake our magnetic gate!

An uncertain product of convective rotation from the outer iron-nickel core,

Of varying strength it alters, polarity changes with aeons—seldom in a constant state.

Countless emanations from the Sun it has deflected, as o’er it solar winds roar,

Particle battered, coupling with the star’s own magnetic shield, for ages it shan’t abate.

IV

Even through black gulfs no one, even I, can escape windy solar wisps,

Countless slings hurtling onto our world can make daily life quite rough—

Power outages, failure of all dependent on satellites, so easily incite internal miffs.

Messages suffer transitory collapse, as phone, Internet, and radio workings can be tough,

Thrusting one into a darkened abyss, ironic in modernity, as life turns isolated, stiff.

V

Still even amid the multitude of potential evil ills

Lie great wonders that might be rent, blessings from Sun to Man.

Astounding auras spark incomparable wonders, with which the heart fills,

Those same potent electrons sparking marvels like the Northern Lights, which can

Balance the wickedest troubles, as the same despair created, the Corona’s brilliance kills.