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international pixelstained technopeasant day
some flying stuff.
"Findo Gask." It's on page 6 in the Dec. 2006 issue of Plane Talking, the newsletter of the Scottish Aero Club, which I edit (and in which I occasionally print anonymous stories)
To a French Aeroplane
Sweet Robin jolly Robin
Bravo Echo Tango Delta
when my lover takes us flying
in your cockpit's Perspex shelter
hold us harnessed, hit no hare
racing the runway unaware;
lift us lofty, land us softly
trusting to your small propeller.
Robin volant so gaudy tricked
as redbreast, wing us storm outstripped
to Alderney and Canterbury
Uffington, Cerne Abbas, Scilly
far as France, then stably homeward
where beneath Heathrow's umbrella
waits Maidenhead's familiar sward
at tail of trip, trim pretty ship
Bravo Echo Tango Delta.
Landing at Swansea
Bright haze and cracked macadam
and the heavy purr of the single engine;
O where are the poets' valleys,
the cloaking snow, the driving slag?
Here by the rattling chain link fence
before the Spitfire Diner, Wales is barbed wire,
parched grass, small wings tied down to concrete blocks.
O where are the singing mountains,
the greens of verse, the chains of history?
The salt wind off the Bristol Channel
squawks static, howls hollow
across the lips of empty plastic fuel cans:
Fool. All this sings anyway, in no strange land.
If anyone comments and I don't answer, it's cause I'm away till next week.
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squawks static, howls hollow
across the lips of empty plastic fuel cans:
Fool. All this sings anyway, in no strange land.
Prrrr.
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Lovely poems, by the way.
Best,
Sarah
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Hey ho--Best wishes for next year! who knows what the future holds?
cheers, e